This is my Dad and I.
He wears his pants short. I don’t know why? But I don’t mind.
My Dad he likes his walking sticks.
This is my Dad and older brother.
They both got them selves too worked up to stay standing.
My Dad he finds excitement in the simple games,the ones that take little time thinking but provide lots of time for social interaction.
This is me.
I like my frilly,cool, old navy skirt.
This is our Nicky pooch. She completes everything.
A beautiful day Sunday!
RELAX – would be the word of the day.
A phone call from my brother at 1:00 in the day asking, “can you take me to BWI asp?”
Within 10 minutes we had kids packed for Grandmas and I threw on a dress, put make-up in a bag and out the door we went.
Two hours later the Elvin man and I are doing this…
I have ALWAYS been in love with any place that lets you walk on brick!
and I get a much more lovey-dovey feeling when seeing A man sitting by brick.
What is it that makes one like something more then another something?
Some like lizards.
Some like feet.
Some like red.
Some like Pete.
I LIKE BRICK. I WILL BUILD ME A HOUSE OF BRICK ONE DAY.
What do you like?
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The man of the house is sitting on recliner with laptop in lap ( in case you did not know that is why they call them lap tops)
I am sitting at my computer corner.
kids and puppy are sitting in front of flat screen watching “Yogi Bear”
I take one glance over at my three beautiful children and sigh…and then I stare…and then I mumble, “wow what beautiful three little children they are”
The man on recliner is quick to respond to mumble.
They are so much more beautiful when they are all sitting still and quite.
gosh, I love them tall, I love them small, I love them quite, I love them loud.
Ok, doesn’t exactly rhyme but it works for me.
A day for doing nothing but relaxing and eating good food!
Ahhhh the food!!
I LOVE HOLIDAYS.
So here is the finished product of my painting adventure.
We are really liking it! You should try it. No more opening and closing the door for the hundredth time in a day.