Finally another one liner worth sharing!
"Mom! Could you turn down the air conditioning? It is getting hot in here!"
--while dancing to Just Dance III
By the way, it is 10 degrees outside.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Contest
When I bought the gingerbread kits, I never realized how tough of a decision I would have to make when it came time to judge the contest. Three little girls worked hard on their masterpieces while mom and dad did chores. They mixed the frosting per the instructions, included in the box and very carefully put thought and creativity into their little homes.
After each one was finished, not knowing which artist was responsible for each, I chose the winner, 2nd place, and 3rd place artists, which happened to rate from oldest to youngest. Luckily, mom is smart and bought 3 equal prizes for 1st, 2nd and 3rd place. The 3 happy little artists were just fine with that! Aren't they beautiful?
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Spoiled Minnesotans
We have been extremely spoiled with warm temps and minimal snow this winter. We finally had enough snowfall to have to "move" it! It should make the snowmobilers happy. I wonder what the rest of winter will have in store for us...
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Winter?
I've been wanting to add a winter picture...the problem is, we have no snow! There is some sick looking ice down there on the water, but it is still brown!
Friday, December 9, 2011
Starry Night
Peaceful. No moon. Snowflakes falling. A tractor, hayrack, husband and wife.
Five new bales were dumped into five steel bale feeders. The cows were munching and I hooked up the hitch pin. Rather than riding in the nice cozy heated cab of the tractor with my hubby, I decided to jump onto the rickety old hayrack instead. I laid back and closed my eyes to smell the fresh night air. As we proceeded down the dirt path, I opened my eyes and gazed up into the vast starless sky. We had driven down hill and were proceeding along the road as my imagination soared. The lights from the tractor shown upwards into the trees. The shadows of the branches danced and startled me. I thought perhaps a predator or night owl was rustling within the branches. Nope, just my eyes playing tricks. As we proceeded, I continued to look up into the darkness. Shiny flecks of snow were making their way down to the ground. The lights from the tractor were the only ones in sight. The hayrack continued to squeak and squawk over every little bump on that old dirt path. The temperature was not bitter, yet seemingly pleasant for a December night. As I rode along, my mind ran through memories of hayrack rides years past. Years ago, riding on the hayrack was the "coolest thing ever!" Now, one takes things for granted. The simple things. The peaceful things.
That bumpy slow ride reminded me of slowing down and taking time to remember those precious times with a different driver who was probably looking down at me through the snowflakes in that starless night. It also reminded me to take the time to allow my kids to make the same memories of my youth. Different time, different driver, yet still so very important.
Five new bales were dumped into five steel bale feeders. The cows were munching and I hooked up the hitch pin. Rather than riding in the nice cozy heated cab of the tractor with my hubby, I decided to jump onto the rickety old hayrack instead. I laid back and closed my eyes to smell the fresh night air. As we proceeded down the dirt path, I opened my eyes and gazed up into the vast starless sky. We had driven down hill and were proceeding along the road as my imagination soared. The lights from the tractor shown upwards into the trees. The shadows of the branches danced and startled me. I thought perhaps a predator or night owl was rustling within the branches. Nope, just my eyes playing tricks. As we proceeded, I continued to look up into the darkness. Shiny flecks of snow were making their way down to the ground. The lights from the tractor were the only ones in sight. The hayrack continued to squeak and squawk over every little bump on that old dirt path. The temperature was not bitter, yet seemingly pleasant for a December night. As I rode along, my mind ran through memories of hayrack rides years past. Years ago, riding on the hayrack was the "coolest thing ever!" Now, one takes things for granted. The simple things. The peaceful things.
That bumpy slow ride reminded me of slowing down and taking time to remember those precious times with a different driver who was probably looking down at me through the snowflakes in that starless night. It also reminded me to take the time to allow my kids to make the same memories of my youth. Different time, different driver, yet still so very important.
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