A Lesson in Economics (At Least Inflation!)

Audry: "Ralphie, what would it take for you to give me your hamburger?"

Ralphie: "Um, $100.00"

Audry: "But I don't have $100.00"

Ralphie: "Then I guess you don't have a hamburger..."

Happy Spring!

This is the first day of spring from my front porch...how is YOUR day?

You Just have to watch it...

You just have to watch this...
Ralphie summed it up...
"That would DEFINATELY hurt if I tried that! And that...and that...and that...but the end was funny!"

He spent the rest of the day singing the beginning of the song!

Here's something you don't hear everyday....

Ralphie: Dad, where are you going? Poopy pants world?

Daddy was going out to the trucks...

Hope you have a great week!

The "Some of the Family" Curse

Can you tell me what happens when you have a family lineage of French and Italian? Besides the fun obvious, you have a HUGE chance of being just a little more hairy then other women... NOT ME OF COURSE, but I am sure there is someone out there...
Anyway, when my little Audry was born, she was so very hairy, I knew she was taking after my side of the family. She even had this sweet little patch on her lower back that a friend mistook for "an explosion" in Sacrament when she saw her dress up.
But why do I tell you this...will Audry hate me later?
Probably, but she is so beautiful she will let it slide right?
Goodness, I am digressing. This is my conversation with sweet 8 1/2 year old Audry...

Audry: "Mom, I really need to get these fixed"

Mom: "What fixed?"

Audry: "My unibrow"

Mom: "Who told you that you have a unibrow?" (Mom getting a little miffed at the kids at school...HOW DARE THEY!?)

Audry: "Can you not see it? I told my self I have one!"

Mom: "Where did you learn about unibrow's?"

Audry: "On TV, when can I get it fixed?"

So what do you think? Should I. I want to. I always swore that when she noticed her unibrow that I would help her get rid of it. NOT THAT IT BOTHERS ME...SHE IS GEORGEOUS and I tell her all the time. But I don't want her feeling self conscious. But then, where does it stop? I don't want my 8 1/2 year old shaving her legs...Oh the humanity!

New Background

I know that this background is a little too...not quite me, but this is Audry down to the very last swirl and since I am already tired of the winter scene...to a degree, I thought that I would honour Audry. Did you know that she sits in the front of the bus each day just so she can help the "little kids" from the Primary School (Early elementary) get to their seats ok with no problems? I didn't, but I am not suprized by it. Matilda was telling me about it today in passing while telling me how empty their bus was with all the snow...She is a very thoughtful little girl when she doesn't think about it.
Don't you just LOVE HER!

I know I do.

Grandma

When I was about 7 or 8 years old, my family took a trip to California to see my Grandma Lasard. She was my dad's mom and she was so cool! She had an ice cream shop of some sort out there somethere - I think it was called something like "Frostys." Two days into the trip, I got sick...really sick. I can remember just coughing and coughing and coughing (something I am sure I inherited from my wonderful mother). I also remember my Grandma making me the most wonderful concoction to stop my horrible, raw throat coughing. It had the most wonderful smell! It was made of honey (1/2 cup I think), the juice of one lemon, and a tsp (or TBSP?) of glycerine. She would warm up the honey to a wonderfully runny consistency then add in the lemon and glycerine. It was HEAVEN! All of a sudden, I didn't mind being sick on my trip, I was drinking of the most wonderful medicine known to man! As I sipped the liquid gold, it's warmth would glide down my throat, soothing the soreness. Pure bliss....



Tonight, I noticed that my extra large bottle of honey was no longer squeezable and decided to warm it up so that I could transfer some to my little bottle of honey that the kids love to put on just about everything. I put it in a small pan of water and allowed it to warm itself through on low heat.

Then something happened...as I was pouring the honey into the small bear shaped bottle, I remembered my grandma, my trip to California, and her cough suppressing liquid heaven. Then all of my other memories all of a sudden came rushing back.

She passed away back in 1993. I love my Grandma dearly and am so very glad to know that families can be together forever and that she is just on the other side of the veil, waiting to see me. I cannot describe the peace that that knowledge gives me.

Don't you just love those little memories that bring such joy rushing back to your mind?