Happy Birthday Hillary

To my sweet Hillary on her birthday. I am so blessed to have you in my family. And I am so grateful you not only tolerate but love my son, I couldn't ask for more. I hope this day finds you happy and healthy as you come in to the home stretch with baby number three and grandbaby number eleven. Have a great day!! Love ~ Deanie

"Blogaholic"

Around mid-March Aly said to me "Robyn has a blog" That's nice I said. Then she said, " I am going to start one too". That's nice. I said. Then Chuck and Aly came to my house for dinner one Sunday afternoon and they said "We are going to make you a blog too". That's nice I said, but what will I do with one?
Well....the rest is history. I am hooked on blogs, love to read em, comment on em, critique em, you name it.
I show a little jealousy when I think the blog is nicer than mine (which is pretty much every one I look at) Or they get more comments (everybody does) or has music (most all of them but mine)
I marvel at what people do, how clever they are,what fun things they talk about, what cute pictures they have.
This has opened up a whole new world, and it is fun.
Thanks everyone for sharing a little piece of your lives with me!

Raise Your Hand

If you like to do housework, raise your hand. Now don't get me wrong, I love a clean house but the process is not what really interests me.
I really enjoy the clean linen closet that only took me 30 minutes and had needed to be done for 6 months. I do like the extra space in the linen closet since I threw out the towels that are 5 years older than my oldest grandchild (she is 14) and I open the door to it more often since things don't fall down on me anymore.
I love the smell of my clean bedding when I crawl in at night, but the time it takes.Whew!
I have decided I am a slob, there I said it. I used to be able to blame it on three kids, I am a single mom, I work full time. The kids are adults now, it is just me and the cat. At the end of the week there are 5-7 pairs of shoes in various spots, cloths on the bathroom floor, dishes in the sink and I cannot blame anyone. It is not fair.
Last Friday when I got into my car to go home from work I noticed I had 5 empty yogurt bottles on the floor of my car, one for each day of the week that I drank them on the way to work.
I wasn't raised this way, but I seem to have perfected it over time.
When I was a kid, housework was called "chores". I had chores, my sister had chores. When my Dad worked late part of my chores was to feed the horse (I was allergic to hay)
Did you get all your chores done so you can come out and play?
What are my chores today?
Why do I have those chores and Susie doesn't?
Does the term "housework" sound any better than "chores", I don't think so.
But, anyway I pretty much got most or at least part, the important part of my housework, chores done so maybe I can go out and play.

So....raise your hand if you like to do housework.