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A Burnt Sandwich, But in Black & White, So It Has to be Romantic

I spent a lovely evening with my sister and brother-in-law and their 2 chunky monkeys.

Little A, the baby, with her rolls of baby fat everywhere lived in my arms the entire time I was there. I just can't get enough of babies.

Their boy, also with a name starting with A, is a 2 1/2-year-old tornado. He doesn't intend to be a tornado; he just is, as most 2-year-olds are.

He picked up a pen. Well, it was technically a pen, but it had on the end of it what looked like a fireworks display in the form of a gaudy, shimmery pom-pom.

Then he waved it around joyously, and totally obliviously, into my sister's face. Whack! Whack! Whack!

That's life with a 2-year-old. His situational awareness will kick in at some point. Maybe years from now.

(I've been a mom long enough to question whether it kicks in at all before adulthood.)


It's still burned, but romantic in black & white.

I believe in being thorough, which is proven by this thoroughly burned sandwich. No half-way job here!

Yes, I ate that charred slab because it didn't bother me enough to fool with making a new sandwich.

Maybe if I had been more situationally aware, I wouldn't have burned it in the first place. I promise I'm not always so bad at cooking. In fact, when I'm paying attention, I'm actually pretty good at it.

Don't ask me to prove it.


I found out what turbo is on a car. Car terms are rather fuzzy to me: I just drive them, and if they work, then great!

So the only way I know to describe it is that turbo is the Yes, Ma'am function. I say go, and it says "Yes, Ma'am, how fast?" Then it takes off before I can tell it how fast to go.


Kara is back in circus practices. They practice for 5 loooooong months of the year before performing in July. She loves it, and it suits her monkey-ness.

Kal did very well in the academic bowl after school today. I'm proud of both my children!

And if you've read these posts for any length of time, you know I take any chance to sing. I also make all sorts of chances to sing by just bursting into song wherever I am. (Sorry, not sorry, family and friends who are regularly subjected to this!)

Today was an organized chance with the Community Choir led by wonderful Dr. G, the music director at our local school. We're done now, and I can't wait to do it again next year!

Besides just the singing aspect, though, I really enjoy seeing people in the community. I've lived here long enough that everywhere I go, there is someone I know or recognize. If you like people, and I generally do, it makes life full of sunshine to see familiar faces all over town.

And I hope I can be sunshine for those I see in the daily course of life. It feels so good to be alive!

Alive and still burning sandwiches.


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