Spring cleaning
Shecklet #1 designed his own vacuum hanging contraption to use while he cleaned out my truck this afternoon.
Meanwhile, Shecklet #2 gave me a hand with cleaning the salt and sand off of the rubber floor mats.
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TDD
I know my house is in rough shape when my dad comes over to watch two of my kids for a short time and when I come back, he has a “things to do” list for me to get it back in order.
Sometimes I just need a little nudge…
+1
Another birthday has rolled around. I can’t believe I’ve been married for 12 years and am the mother of 4. If you had asked 17 year old me what I’d be doing in 20 years, I don’t think I could have come up with the amazing story that I am blessed to call mine. Yes, there have been many ups and downs, some dark periods and some amazingly bright ones. But I wouldn’t change any of them, because they have made me who I am.
(Our attempt to capture a family photo with 6 smiles was thwarted by couple of teary-eyed little girls, but such is life :))
Sammy’s Chair
Twenty-some years ago, when my family made the move from Iowa to Minnesota, my mom was faced with packing up two houses – our house and the house of Sammy, a lovely lady who was a grandma to Tony and me (though we called her “Aunt Sammy.”) Growing up we spent hours upon hours with her – at her home, out on shopping trips, even overnight adventures – like one to DeSmit, SD, to see a pageant about Laura Ingalls Wilder. In her home, she had a chair that Tony and I would fight over take turns sitting in. When it came time to move the furniture from her house, I mentioned how I wanted to keep the chair. At the time, there wasn’t a place for my family to store it safely (it was Sammy’s dad’s chair, so quite old.) My mom’s friend, Marilyn, came to the rescue and unbeknownst to me, offered to store the chair until we were ready for it. Fast forward 4 years, and the chair made its way up to Minnesota…surprising both my brother and me that it was still around.
It sat in my parents’ home (with a slip cover and later in storage again) for another 19 years until finally, this fall, we had it reupholstered. Here is the chair before:
And here is the chair after. Drum roll please…..
Can you believe that is the same chair?! (The ottoman was part of the original pair.) I am beyond thrilled to have this piece of furniture (full of so many wonderful childhood memories) in our home. Many, many thanks to our family friend, Marilyn and my parents for keeping it safe for so many years!
Missing you
Wonderful memories of a wonderful woman. We are so thankful for the years you were part of our life, Sammy. We love and miss you so much!
This is why I need coffee
My morning routine consists of making a cup of coffee using my Keurig. This morning I placed the coconut mocha pod in the Keurig, pushed brew, and went to the laundry room to start a load of wash. When I returned, I couldn’t find my coffee cup. I smelled the coconut aroma, but my mug was nowhere to be found. I looked around the kitchen, thinking I had moved it somewhere.
Nope.
The whole 12 ounces brewed into the collection base of the Keurig.
On the up side, at least I didn’t have to clean up hot coffee from the surrounding countertop and floor.
Surprise visit!
I looked out the front window this morning and saw a strange truck & trailer parked on the opposite side of the street from our driveway. I strained my eyes to see who was driving and got confused when a man stepped out. He pulled out a baby gift bag and instantly it came to me…my Uncle Ron!
I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was driving home from doing a kitchen installation (he’s a woodworker) and stopped to surprise us on his way by. He spent 5 hours at our house – holding Ingrid, talking to the boys. It was great! I don’t often get a chance to talk one-on-one with him in such a relaxed setting. Our conversations generally take place at holiday gatherings, so we don’t get to really catch up. I was so thankful for his visit today – he made my week!
