Currently Listening I Want It That Way By Backstreet Boys see related

On being a kid.

Laura sat on my lap while the church sang Sunday school songs. She told me to pick the ABC song with specific instructions that the kids were to sing the alphabet and the adults were to sing the words.

We sang the first verse:

A-B-C-D-E-F-G

Jesus died for you and me.

H-I-J-K-L-M-N

Jesus died for sinful men. AMEN!

O-P-Q-R-S-T-U

I believe God's Word is true.

V and W, God has promised you,

X-Y-Z, a home eternally.

During the second verse, Laura glanced up at me and asked, "Why are you singing the words?" I responded, "You said the kids were supposed to sing the letters and the adults were supposed to sing the words." She looked down for a minute, then back up at me. "Are you married, Margie?" "No.", I said, wondering what that had to do with anything. "Then you're still a kid."

In all the time ahead of me without a husband, I will forever be a kid. And that makes me smile.

Currently Reading Miss Manners' Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior, Freshly Updated By Judith Martin see related

Family Camping Trip 2008

 As I promised. For you.

The suitcase full of yummy food.

More food.

Justy smoking food.

Quote: "I need a little more butter, Marg." "Rine" ~Justy & Julie

Corn food.

Playing Phase Ten.

Stirfry!

Quote: "It's a Wok to Remember." ~ Margie

Julie and Justy ready for the beach.

Quote: "Be oblivious. It's more fun." ~Margie

Teaching Justy how to use earbuds.

The Sneering Truck.

Sisters

(I still think Justy looks like Hammy)

Currently Listening Hate (I Really Don't Like You) By Plain White T's see related

The Western Fair

We put six people in a five passenger car, and drove for 45 minutes to get London. I sat on John's lap the whole way there and back. He never once complained until the very end. (He doesn't have enough cushion on his thighs.) 

Sisters

Sisters and a brother

Scary Justy

Julie and me taming a wild bull.

Kissing a pig.

(Nothing happened.)

"Yeah! I'm a llama again!"

Justy wants a pet pig. See the runt?

Sheep.

Mom, Dad, and Julie all got picked to dance with the Scotish Dancers. Hehe.

We like the music box.

For Pidgy.

We watched cow herding, looked at every possible farm animal, saw a milking demonstration, learned how to shoe a horse, ate a chicken-patty-on-a-bun-with-nothing-on-it-and-it-cost-me-$3.49 + tax, watched people watch people, participated in a dance, cheered on a pig and a duck in a race, saw a man in a horse suit, checked out some guys, bought Indonesian jewelry, watched a French high dive show, ate an apple, talked about breaking the law in front of a police man, watched a demolition derby, and talked about eating cotton candy.

I had a good time.

Currently Reading Double Blind (Hideaway Series #9) (Steeple Hill Women's Fiction #54) By Hannah Alexander see related

Idiot gone pro.

I got ticked off in front of Julie's friends. Therefore, I am an idiot.

My life consists of a bit of work that I don't enjoy, family time, and about eight children that are mine for 45 minutes out of a week. Everyones lives look so rich and full of meaning, while mine is grey. Almost all the time. I'm not very content with my life. I guess I should work on that. I'm going to stop talking before I say anything else that makes me look even more idiotic, selfish, and pathetic.

Double double trouble

Last night, I met my cousins' children for the first time. Neil lives in Mexico with his gorgeous wife America who is Spanish. They have two sets of twins. Lucus and Marcelo are three years old, and America and Renata just turned five months yesterday. Lucas is happy-go-lucky and has the most winning smile and the Spanish good looks that melt your heart, while Marcelo is more reserved until he gets to know you better and has his dads (very) handsome skin tone and facial structure. Baby America has the darker look while Renata is more pale. These two look more similar and their smiles are identical. It was fun listening to them rattle off in Spanish. I actually felt stupid because I couldn't understand them and speak back to them. Oh, well. They understood some Low German and English. And who needs words with three year olds anyway? We jumped on the trampoline, said "Hola" to the stone lions in the park, took a walk through the woods, played with a Tonka truck, collected sticks, and ate guacamole. I fell in love four times last night. I think I even dreamed about them.

(I will have twins.)