Happy Halloween!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
A Rakish Fellow
I enjoy Autumn. I prefer raking leaves to mowing grass. The rake is lighter.
On Sunday I decided to start on raking leaves. Our oak tree produced well this year, acorns the size of marbles are scattered across the lawn and front walk. I like acorns, but it isn't fun to try to walk over them with your hands full of groceries. Armed with my rake, I began scraping together the leaves into a pile. Sierra grabbed her little rake and helped.
Raking can be a very meditative experience. Anyone who has read my blog knows my feelings about blowers. The noise of the blower is not conducive to hearing, let alone meditating. But the crisp air coupled with the gentle scratching of a sturdy rake grounds me to the natural world and allows me the pleasure of marveling over God's creation. Sunday was no exception. As I pulled the leaves away, I pointed out the bright orange fungi growing near our tree stump to Sierra. God likes bright colors. Our trees haven't completely changed color yet, but I have seen some brilliant orange, yellow and red as I drive around the area. When the sun hits those autumn leaves it dazzles the eyes.
And then something interesting happened. Sierra had run inside to press a nice yellow maple leaf. While I was alone, scraping around the bird feeders, a white pigeon practically dropped out of the sky and landed no more than 3 feet away from me. Not the least bit intimidated, he walked closer to me and started picking at seeds while I was raking. I've never seen such a tame pigeon in our area. When Sierra came back out, I had her get some more bird seed and she scattered seed for our friend. He didn't mind having us so close. I wondered if he were lost, although I don't know anyone in the neighborhood who keeps pigeons. Sierra was able to touch his back as he ate. I continued raking my pile and then went over to the bird. I easily picked him up and checked him over. My father used to raise pigeons when I was a kid, so I knew a little about handling birds. He seemed healthy, although somewhat light. He wasn't too crazy about the checkup. When I put him back down, he rushed away. Sierra followed him into the backyard where he flew up into the trees. I was glad for that. When you own a cat that hunts, you want the birds to be able to fly to safety.
I found him again on the fence alongside our house. He let me stroke his chest before he flew up to our roof. Hubby and Marina were out hiking at Bear Mountain that day. By the time they returned the bird had disappeared.
End of story? Not quite. This morning hubby came in to our room and asked me to guess who was sitting on our doorstep. Our little friend had returned! I wish he could talk, because he obviously wants to tell us something.
On Sunday I decided to start on raking leaves. Our oak tree produced well this year, acorns the size of marbles are scattered across the lawn and front walk. I like acorns, but it isn't fun to try to walk over them with your hands full of groceries. Armed with my rake, I began scraping together the leaves into a pile. Sierra grabbed her little rake and helped.
Raking can be a very meditative experience. Anyone who has read my blog knows my feelings about blowers. The noise of the blower is not conducive to hearing, let alone meditating. But the crisp air coupled with the gentle scratching of a sturdy rake grounds me to the natural world and allows me the pleasure of marveling over God's creation. Sunday was no exception. As I pulled the leaves away, I pointed out the bright orange fungi growing near our tree stump to Sierra. God likes bright colors. Our trees haven't completely changed color yet, but I have seen some brilliant orange, yellow and red as I drive around the area. When the sun hits those autumn leaves it dazzles the eyes.
And then something interesting happened. Sierra had run inside to press a nice yellow maple leaf. While I was alone, scraping around the bird feeders, a white pigeon practically dropped out of the sky and landed no more than 3 feet away from me. Not the least bit intimidated, he walked closer to me and started picking at seeds while I was raking. I've never seen such a tame pigeon in our area. When Sierra came back out, I had her get some more bird seed and she scattered seed for our friend. He didn't mind having us so close. I wondered if he were lost, although I don't know anyone in the neighborhood who keeps pigeons. Sierra was able to touch his back as he ate. I continued raking my pile and then went over to the bird. I easily picked him up and checked him over. My father used to raise pigeons when I was a kid, so I knew a little about handling birds. He seemed healthy, although somewhat light. He wasn't too crazy about the checkup. When I put him back down, he rushed away. Sierra followed him into the backyard where he flew up into the trees. I was glad for that. When you own a cat that hunts, you want the birds to be able to fly to safety.
I found him again on the fence alongside our house. He let me stroke his chest before he flew up to our roof. Hubby and Marina were out hiking at Bear Mountain that day. By the time they returned the bird had disappeared.
End of story? Not quite. This morning hubby came in to our room and asked me to guess who was sitting on our doorstep. Our little friend had returned! I wish he could talk, because he obviously wants to tell us something.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Kitten Cabinets
Last night around midnight, I heard one of the kittens mewing in the kitchen. I went in to see what the problem was. I saw one kitten, sitting in front of the counter cabinet drawers, and I heard the other, scrabbling INSIDE the cabinet drawers.
OK, someone caught a kitten in the drawer. I open the drawer. No kitten. I can still hear the kitten, but I can't see him. Thoughts of poltergeist, now. Hubby comes in. He pulls out the bottom drawer. No kitten. He pulled out everything from underneath the sink next to the drawer. We had done some work back there, so there was a hole, which was the only place we figured he could get in from. No luck. We wake my 14yo because she's thinner and could get farther under to see if she can find him with a mirror and flashlight. In the meantime, hubby runs down to the basement to see if there is any way the kitten could have squeezed through a hole down into there.
At this point, I'm trying to herd the three adult cats to keep them from going under the sink, the kitten has stopped mewing, and I'm panicking with visions of trying to explain a dead kitten to my younger children.
Around 2am, I tell my husband to come out, because the kitten is either huddling in fear from all the noise or passed out from whatever is under the cabinet. (It's an old house, we've had a lot of what were they thinking moments.) A minute later, we hear scrabbling and the kitten pops out from behind the counter drawers.
Which is good, because hubby was about to get the saw.
It's a good thing he's cute. When he's sleeping.
OK, someone caught a kitten in the drawer. I open the drawer. No kitten. I can still hear the kitten, but I can't see him. Thoughts of poltergeist, now. Hubby comes in. He pulls out the bottom drawer. No kitten. He pulled out everything from underneath the sink next to the drawer. We had done some work back there, so there was a hole, which was the only place we figured he could get in from. No luck. We wake my 14yo because she's thinner and could get farther under to see if she can find him with a mirror and flashlight. In the meantime, hubby runs down to the basement to see if there is any way the kitten could have squeezed through a hole down into there.
At this point, I'm trying to herd the three adult cats to keep them from going under the sink, the kitten has stopped mewing, and I'm panicking with visions of trying to explain a dead kitten to my younger children.
Around 2am, I tell my husband to come out, because the kitten is either huddling in fear from all the noise or passed out from whatever is under the cabinet. (It's an old house, we've had a lot of what were they thinking moments.) A minute later, we hear scrabbling and the kitten pops out from behind the counter drawers.
Which is good, because hubby was about to get the saw.
It's a good thing he's cute. When he's sleeping.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Home Spun comic strip #153
I've trained my kids to the point that instead of saying, "Mom, can I get..." they say, "Mom, when it goes on sale, can we get..."
When I return home, hubby will ask, "Was it a good hunt?"
This is me shopping. Shopping is a game. I know, I'm nuts, I'm the first to admit it, but if I'm not busy I prepare for my shopping trip. I take out the circular. I write down the sale items that we need. I always try to stock up on things we like while they're on sale, especially my coffee and cereal brands. And then I pull out the coupon box and try to match sale items to coupons. I also have to go on the correct day. If I go shopping three days into the sale week, the store hasn't restocked yet and I can't find half of the items on my list.
Lately, I've had a hard time matching coupons to sales. I've been trying to have us all eat healthier, so I tend to get more basic ingredients (except for the coffee and cereal). They don't seem to print as many coupons for less processed foods. Go figure.
Bonus points if I can get a 75 cent coupon doubled on a sale item. I win.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Today's Theme Song
Every once in a while a song comes into my head, and it won't get out. Lately it's been Running on Empty by Jackson Browne. Ever do a lyrics search? I like to find out the actual words to the songs I'm humming. Sometimes I feel like God speaks to me through these songs. If I read the lyrics I can sometimes understand what it is God wants me to know. Here is the clip of this song that held meaning for me.
Running on - running on emptyAnd because I want to get you to smile before you leave, I'm digging some comics out of my archives to keep you busy while I nurse a migraine and finish my new strips.
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I dont know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Busy Weekend
I apologize. This week's comic strips will be a little late. This weekend, Marina was Confirmed.
from left to right: Hubby, Marina, Me, Sierra, the Bishop, the Godfather, Chase
photo by Aunt Kathy
from left to right: Hubby, Marina, Me, Sierra, the Bishop, the Godfather, Chase
photo by Aunt Kathy
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Gosh, does this sound like me? ;o)
I found this one at Spinneretta. Very neat. Especially since I do ride a unicycle and write poetry. Not at the same time...
| You Are Big Bird |
 Talented, smart, and friendly... you're also one of the sanest people around. You are usually feeling: Happy. From riding a unicycle to writing poetry, you have plenty of hobbies to keep you busy. You are famous for: Being a friend to everyone. Even the grumpiest person gets along with you. How you life your life: Joyfully. "Super. Duper. Flooper." |
Screech! An Owl!
I need to know that I'm not the only one who would wake my daughter up in the wee hours of the morning because I hear a screech owl outside my window. I thought it was so neat! I can only recognize it's whistle-whinnying because we have spent so much time watching our falconer friend do raptor (birds of prey) demonstrations at different parks and schools in the area. He does an excellent screech owl imitation.
I'll post more later, we have a hike to go on...
I'll post more later, we have a hike to go on...
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
94th Carnival of Homeschooling
The Thinking Mother is hosting this weeks Carnival of Homeschooling.
There are some intriguing entries listed, like WARNING: The Effects of Homeschooling, which I'm heading to now...
There are some intriguing entries listed, like WARNING: The Effects of Homeschooling, which I'm heading to now...
Monday, October 15, 2007
Appreciating the Environment
My parents taught me to love nature.
The house I grew up in was across the street from a park. We had a big picture window that looked out onto the park. It was nice seeing the sunset out of that window. We were close to the Botanical Garden and the zoo, so we spent a lot of time gazing at plants and animals. My parents had some property upstate. They called it the farm, but it was really wild land across from farms. We would go there to pick blueberries, my father blazing a trail with his machete (that’s how a Puerto Rican does it.)
My father is the green thumb. That picture window was always full of tropical plants. In fact, I would say the number of plants in that window has increased since I left home. I think they help him feel a little closer to Puerto Rico. He can make anything grow. Many avocadoes and other fruit were grown from seed by him. My sister has that green thumb as well. Her room was full of African violets. I stick with easy plants. The kind I can ignore for a week and they won’t hold it against me.
My mom learned to love nature from her family. Her dad was in the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC’s) and had lots of pictures from places like Grand Teton National Park. I remember seeing a picture where he attended mass at an outdoor chapel and thinking, “Yes, that makes sense.” I always feel closer to God when I am enjoying the natural world. Mom showed us home movies from my grandfather’s collection. There were some movies where he (or my mother?) would film the clouds as they drove along on road trips. He wanted to film the clouds because of the impermanence of them. Little did he know how equally impermanent the landscape would be!
I can’t imagine life without plants. My parents gave me a strong appreciation of God’s creation. My greatest pleasure since moving into our home has been to garden and to fill my own picture window with house plants. And since I know the kind of gardener I am (plant and ignore) I have learned a lot about native species and low care houseplants. My own children will also grow up surrounded by nature. That’s nice. Each generation teaches the next. I want them to love nature as much as I do.
The house I grew up in was across the street from a park. We had a big picture window that looked out onto the park. It was nice seeing the sunset out of that window. We were close to the Botanical Garden and the zoo, so we spent a lot of time gazing at plants and animals. My parents had some property upstate. They called it the farm, but it was really wild land across from farms. We would go there to pick blueberries, my father blazing a trail with his machete (that’s how a Puerto Rican does it.)
My father is the green thumb. That picture window was always full of tropical plants. In fact, I would say the number of plants in that window has increased since I left home. I think they help him feel a little closer to Puerto Rico. He can make anything grow. Many avocadoes and other fruit were grown from seed by him. My sister has that green thumb as well. Her room was full of African violets. I stick with easy plants. The kind I can ignore for a week and they won’t hold it against me.
My mom learned to love nature from her family. Her dad was in the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC’s) and had lots of pictures from places like Grand Teton National Park. I remember seeing a picture where he attended mass at an outdoor chapel and thinking, “Yes, that makes sense.” I always feel closer to God when I am enjoying the natural world. Mom showed us home movies from my grandfather’s collection. There were some movies where he (or my mother?) would film the clouds as they drove along on road trips. He wanted to film the clouds because of the impermanence of them. Little did he know how equally impermanent the landscape would be!
I can’t imagine life without plants. My parents gave me a strong appreciation of God’s creation. My greatest pleasure since moving into our home has been to garden and to fill my own picture window with house plants. And since I know the kind of gardener I am (plant and ignore) I have learned a lot about native species and low care houseplants. My own children will also grow up surrounded by nature. That’s nice. Each generation teaches the next. I want them to love nature as much as I do.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Home Spun comic strip #148
I have completely forgotten the words to Dinosaur Roar!
The very first storytime the children did, Chase begged to read a story. He was five. I was doubtful. He was barely reading, and I hardly heard him speak above a mumble. He was insistent. I discussed it with my daughter and her two friends, who had practiced hard for this first ever story time. We decided to let the girls read one book each, then let my son read before they did their second selection.
Each girl quietly read their first book. I stood at the edge of the circle and mouthed the word "Louder!" but their nerves had the best of them. Then Chase took the storytelling seat. From his first ROAR! something incredible happened. The children relaxed and started to enjoy themselves. All the girls raised their voices for their second books. They all found their Inner Dinosaur.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Home Spun comic strip #147
It's hard to start a group. The first year we did storytelling, it was usually just our three families. Usually we just read to each other. But we diligently kept it up. Eventually it caught on and we added some incentives, like inviting anyone who came to participate as a "guest storyteller." I added a storytelling workshop that I run once in September and again in March. I think we get a decent sized crowd now. It always pays to keep trying.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
If I had a Hammer (Or two, Or three.)
I love this video. I need to try this. Just the hammering while juggling part, not the scary pointy part. I know I would end up with holes in the ceiling. Enjoy.
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Carnival of Homeschooling #93
The Real Life edition of the Carnival of Homeschooling is up and running. Make your way over to Apollos Academy for some interesting reading. My real life seems to be calling right now, so I'll make sure I sneak back over there later!
Monday, October 8, 2007
Home Spun comic strip #146
Once upon a time, my daughter started telling stories at our library's story hour. I thought it might be really nice if I could get together a group of homeschooled children to run their own story time. The idea was to have them tell stories to the library community. Instead, it has evolved into a monthly homeschooling event where the children tell stories to each other. We hardly read directly out of books anymore. Now we simply share tales with each other, stepping out from behind our books and telling stories as true storytellers, performers, and story lovers. Anyone who comes is welcome to share a tale!
In the beginning, our biggest issue was getting the kids to speak up. Even the loudest among them seemed to lose their voice when they sat in the storytelling chair. Five years later, I am proud to say that these children have grown into wonderful, well spoken storytellers!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Perpetual Cleaning Motion
"Think they work you too hard?
Think of poor Ali Sard!
He has to mow grass in his uncle's back yard
And it's quick-growing grass
And it grows as he mows it.
The faster he mows it, the faster he grows it."
~The old man in the Desert of Drize, Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are? by Dr. Seuss"Now here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
~The Red Queen, Alice Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
Why do I mention these quotes? They've been running through my head lately. Especially when I'm gardening during our unusually warm Autumn. Nothing has stopped growing. The grass still needed mowing. The weeds still need to be pulled. The hedges I had cut to half their size three times already had to be cut back again. Give me a break! My rose bushes are so confused I'm getting an October bloom! (I'm not complaining about the rose, just the stress to the shrub that is blooming out of season.)
There is also something very interesting that happens whenever I choose a spot to tidy. If I want the house neat (read: I can walk through the living room without tripping over stuff) the yard grows out of control. I've seen weeds become the size of small bushes in a matter of days. Most of them don't even have the decency to put out a flower like the dandelions do. They just get big and overpowering, with tendrils and seedy antenna-like stalks that give them the feel of invading green men from Mars. Outdoor toys magically appear out of the lawn. Not just soccer balls and bats, mind you, but also stilts and the mildew-stained play foods and sand-filled toy dishes that were banned from indoors.
If I want my yard neat (read: lawn doesn't resemble the wild prairie) my house suddenly throws up the toybox. Nothing can express the feeling I get after spending the afternoon wrestling with overgrown bushes to come inside, sweaty and tired, and realize that there is no place to sit because the Kingdom of Couch is under siege by the Kingdom of Floor and hundreds of little pipe cleaner men are casting juggling scarves of doom over their enemies. At least, that's what it looks like, I'm not sure of the plot. In the meantime, every piece of dollhouse furniture and dolls lay outside the dollhouse, because the dolls apparently phoned Clean Sweep or some other decluttering show to come and empty the house. I suspect if I peer inside the miniature windows I will see a tiny camera crew focused on a miniature interior designer who is discussing room changes. Meanwhile, the smaller couch just had a parade go through, evidenced by the confetti that has been tossed about. And look, the scissors that cut the confetti are still there. I'll be searching for them later, because even if I put them away now, they have a habit of wandering away from their drawer.
I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea. I love that there is so much activity in and around our home. I know it can't be neat and quiet while I am raising and homeschooling kids. I enjoy living here as much as they do. And they do help. Sometimes they even help without me
telling them.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
This is what I've been saying!
| Your Superpower Should Be Invisibility |
 You are stealth, complex, and creative. You never face problems head on. Instead, you rely on your craftiness to get your way. A mystery to others, you thrive on being a little misunderstood. You happily work behind the scenes... because there's nothing better than a sneak attack! Why you would be a good superhero: You're so sly, no one would notice... not even your best friends Your biggest problem as a superhero: Missing out on all of the glory that visible superheroes get |
Kindergarten Power Struggles
I have been tired lately. I couldn't figure out why. September sped by without even stopping for a cup of coffee. What's going on?
That's when hubby reminded me. "You've started trying to school Sierra."
Ah. I forgot about that. Homeschooling kindergarten is hard around here. The greatest strain in my relationship with my oldest was kindergarten. I don't even remember kindergarten with my son (I was pregnant with Sierra at the time, and his school career started in September 2001, so it's probably better that I've forgotten.) I consider kindergarten my greatest challenge for homeschooling. This is the year I try to convince the 5yo that mom is teacher, that I try to determine the child's learning style, and consider strategies for getting the basics into her head.
Marina was probably the easiest. Too bad I didn't realize it at the time. As I tripped along the beginning of our homeschooling journey, I made a lot of mistakes. The biggest was following the public school idea of "one hour for this subject, 45 minutes for that, etc."
Let's consider what that 45 minutes to an hour entails. Given a modest class size of 25 students, about 5-10 minutes are used in coming in, pulling out the correct books, and taking attendance. I am allowing that for the lower grades you probably only have one teacher, but there is still time eaten up by pulling out the correct books and papers to start each subject. Let's say the hypothetical teacher has a model class that doesn't need to be quieted down every time she turns around. She still needs to spend time getting the entire class to understand the lesson. So I'll figure 15-20 minutes to get everyone understanding the topic. Then the students get down to working on exercises. Let's say there are a handful that understood the lesson completely and they finish the workbook exercise in 5-10 minutes. They will still have to sit and wait for the rest of the class to catch up, so figure another 10-15 minutes. By now, the teacher is running out of time (if she hasn't already) so the rest of the class goes toward checking answers and assigning homework.
Once I had perspective on how much time children spend in class waiting, and just the nature of teaching a class of similar age students versus my one student, I relaxed more. And the more I loosened up, the more my self motivated student learned. Reading improved in the summer, when I was taking a break from teaching her to read. Counting, including the multiplication tables, were learned on daily walks. Writing, as tomorrow's strip will prove, was more about interest than dexterity. If the writing assignments were tedious, she plodded along and complained about how much she hated it. If it was self motivated, she could write for hours.
Chase taught me that it is impossible to teach a group of students because each has their own way of learning. He didn't want to hear about sitting down and doing subjects. That was why I started "stealth teaching." Strategically place a picture book, count and sort with his dinosaurs, write down his stories until he wanted to write, I simply had to stop thinking in terms of schooling. Which is ironic since I had settled on the concept of classical schooling.
Sierra is still a mystery. She likes learning, but it has to be done her way, which is not always the most productive way. Lately, I've simply been trying to convince her that the letter N exists and D doesn't come after S. It's kind of like homeschooling the Queen of Hearts. Once again I feel green as I walk along the homeschooling path. It's a well-worn path now, but there are still plenty of stones to stumble upon.
That's when hubby reminded me. "You've started trying to school Sierra."
Ah. I forgot about that. Homeschooling kindergarten is hard around here. The greatest strain in my relationship with my oldest was kindergarten. I don't even remember kindergarten with my son (I was pregnant with Sierra at the time, and his school career started in September 2001, so it's probably better that I've forgotten.) I consider kindergarten my greatest challenge for homeschooling. This is the year I try to convince the 5yo that mom is teacher, that I try to determine the child's learning style, and consider strategies for getting the basics into her head.
Marina was probably the easiest. Too bad I didn't realize it at the time. As I tripped along the beginning of our homeschooling journey, I made a lot of mistakes. The biggest was following the public school idea of "one hour for this subject, 45 minutes for that, etc."
Let's consider what that 45 minutes to an hour entails. Given a modest class size of 25 students, about 5-10 minutes are used in coming in, pulling out the correct books, and taking attendance. I am allowing that for the lower grades you probably only have one teacher, but there is still time eaten up by pulling out the correct books and papers to start each subject. Let's say the hypothetical teacher has a model class that doesn't need to be quieted down every time she turns around. She still needs to spend time getting the entire class to understand the lesson. So I'll figure 15-20 minutes to get everyone understanding the topic. Then the students get down to working on exercises. Let's say there are a handful that understood the lesson completely and they finish the workbook exercise in 5-10 minutes. They will still have to sit and wait for the rest of the class to catch up, so figure another 10-15 minutes. By now, the teacher is running out of time (if she hasn't already) so the rest of the class goes toward checking answers and assigning homework.
Once I had perspective on how much time children spend in class waiting, and just the nature of teaching a class of similar age students versus my one student, I relaxed more. And the more I loosened up, the more my self motivated student learned. Reading improved in the summer, when I was taking a break from teaching her to read. Counting, including the multiplication tables, were learned on daily walks. Writing, as tomorrow's strip will prove, was more about interest than dexterity. If the writing assignments were tedious, she plodded along and complained about how much she hated it. If it was self motivated, she could write for hours.
Chase taught me that it is impossible to teach a group of students because each has their own way of learning. He didn't want to hear about sitting down and doing subjects. That was why I started "stealth teaching." Strategically place a picture book, count and sort with his dinosaurs, write down his stories until he wanted to write, I simply had to stop thinking in terms of schooling. Which is ironic since I had settled on the concept of classical schooling.
Sierra is still a mystery. She likes learning, but it has to be done her way, which is not always the most productive way. Lately, I've simply been trying to convince her that the letter N exists and D doesn't come after S. It's kind of like homeschooling the Queen of Hearts. Once again I feel green as I walk along the homeschooling path. It's a well-worn path now, but there are still plenty of stones to stumble upon.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Funny Homeschool Comic
I've inspired another cartoonist! LadyPoet33's cartoon is hysterical. I'm sure you'll love it. Go over and take a look!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Promised Pictures
Here are pictures from my cousin's wedding. As you can see, we enjoy dancing...
Let me just say that pantyhose are the cruellest invention forced on women. If anyone knows a brand that's comfortable and stays up, even when your youngest is climbing all over you, I would be grateful for the heads up.
The food was good. At the end of the evening, about 8 dessert carts were wheeled in for the Viennese hour. So much choice is overwhelming for me. I opted for a slice of incredibly chocolate cake and I tried the tiramisu, but it wasn't to my taste (what can I say? I'm finicky).
And the happy couple, my cousin A. and her new husband, B. in front of the Thatched Cottage reception hall. May they have a long and happy life together!
Let me just say that pantyhose are the cruellest invention forced on women. If anyone knows a brand that's comfortable and stays up, even when your youngest is climbing all over you, I would be grateful for the heads up.
The food was good. At the end of the evening, about 8 dessert carts were wheeled in for the Viennese hour. So much choice is overwhelming for me. I opted for a slice of incredibly chocolate cake and I tried the tiramisu, but it wasn't to my taste (what can I say? I'm finicky).
And the happy couple, my cousin A. and her new husband, B. in front of the Thatched Cottage reception hall. May they have a long and happy life together!
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