A Promise to My Boys for #TuneinTuesday

A very good friend of mine started up a new weekly link up called "Tune in Tuesdays". Those of you who have been around awhile remember the Music Mondays days around here and this is the same premise. A song you love to share with the group.

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Hold on to me as me as we go

As we roll down this unfamiliar road

And although this wave is stringing us along

Just know you’re not alone

I’m gonna make this place your home



My Earliest Memory

I was five. We were living in suburban Kansas at the time, recent transplants to the state from rural Alabama of all places. It was culture shock city for me. I had started Kindergarden but things weren't particularly going well for me. I was different. I talked different, I dressed different, I had different outlooks. Even in Kinder, those things matter.

I remember when my birthday came around my mother insisted on inviting the kids from my class at school. I was horrified at the thought. I begged her not to. I was just so sure they would scoff at my invites and laugh in my face.

They didn't though. They actually came. They came and we played in the back yard and it was like a new world. I felt like I finally fit in.

Of course the part I remember most vividly was the cake. It was a square, white cake and my mother had fashioned a bow over it with purple Bubble Tape to make it look like a gift wrapped box. I was so excited about that cake. I didn't even want her to put candles in it for me to blow out because it was just too awesome to my little mind.

We did at the party though and we all devoured the cake like angry little wolves. I dont remember if we had any other food at that party but I remember that cake.

My mother thinks its ridiculous that I remember that cake in such detail but she really thinks its weird that for some reason that is my earliest memory. I have no memories of living in Alabama at all. I have vague memories of moving into the house in Kansas and I can remember the inside and outside of the house like I can my house now but anything before that is a complete wash.

What is your very first memory as a child?

My Week in Review

Its been a long one. A long week that is and I am so glad its Sunday. I am ready to spend today kicking up my feet and relaxing. Of course, that's always relative too.

Anyway, here are some of the fun things I learned this week:

*My dog can now open doors. All of them. Which is making life fun. All I have to say is we have become quite particular about keeping our doors locked. Also: need to find a lock for the pantry.

*If you are raking your yard and you come across a giant ant hill, make sure you are standing up wind before you decide to use the rake like a shovel and scatter the mound.

*D is a better jump roper than me.

*Also a better hula hooper.

*Also don't try to hula hoop two weeks out from abdominal surgery. Ouch.

*I have lost another 10lbs since October. Can I get a hell yeah??

*Irish cheese is the best cheese.

*When someone at work tells you to "just shove the whole stack in the shredder" they meant to add "after you check for staples and paper clips".

*You can bruise your tailbone in your sleep. Apparently.

*When most people say they will pray for you, what they really mean is they are going to talk about you behind your back.

*The amount of time it takes to be tired of Halloween candy? 8 days.

*Hot coffee is hot. Especially when spilt on skin that just had a run in with hundreds of angry ants.

At least those are the ones I can remember right now. Have any life lessons you would like o share with the crowd this evening?