MamaToo is gonna be MamaThree any minute now, and look what I found for her for presents… (more…)

Things I Found in Pockets Yesterday:

a green plastic pin shaped like a bicycle
a guitar pick

Things I Found in Pockets Last Week:

a rusty nail
a quarter

(An occasional series, for Nan. PS — “…and Tobago…” was a clue on Jeopardy last night — we both yelled, “WHAT IS TRINIDAD?” haha. Thanks for the geography lessons, Nan and Beth.)

Extra, extra, read all about it!

Congrats, you guys. She’s a beauty.

(I am finding it ironic that this word can have those two meanings.)

phlegmatic

PRONUNCIATION:
(fleg-MAT-ik)

MEANING:
adjective:
1. Having a sluggish temperament; apathetic.
2. Calm or composed.

Thanks, Anu Garg, for the word-of-the-day every day. Keeps my mind clicking. He also includes a quote of the day. Today’s was:

“Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable?” -Khalil Gibran, mystic, poet, and artist (1883-1931)

Now, I used to be a big fan of Gibran’s, back when I was a teenager. Then I went to about twenty wedding where they all used the same quote. Then I was all, eh, about him. But that quote? It is especially apropos for me at the moment.

Happy, happier, happiest Tuesday, y’all.

love,

wm

(ignore the subliminal messages. just enjoy the song.)

On this beautiful Monday morning, remember the words of my late friend Beef: “Life gets better after you give up all hope.”

ps go look at the most perfectest strawberries I grew! Yeah, they grew themselves, I had nothing to do with it. And this is the gorgeous blue heron who parked his feathery butt on the neighbor’s roof.

“Solitude has but one disadvantage; it is apt to give one too high an opinion of one’s self. In the world we are sure to be often reminded of every known or supposed defect we may have.” — Lord Byron, poet (1788-1824)

Presenting the Sunday edition, now with more bullets!

* Not real clear on why my son was sleeping with a softball last night. (more…)

That’s this weekend! Don’t forget…

My Pittsburgh Penguins are singing We Are The Champions and I am so proud, Hockey God is blissed out, our auntie Mia is hap-happy watching the game with my in-laws in Iowa City… and my late friend Regis is smiling in heaven, wearing a suit and a tie, lookin’ good just like Mario Lemieux.