ya know what is cool?? Hot Air Balloons. I do not necessarily want to go flying in a hot air balloon, but I think they are gorgeous..especially when they land in our back yard..which they have..3 times..and that's VERY cool.
dogs and pancakes..what gives..have you ever had a dog who did not make a mad dash for the kitchen when even the thought of having pancakes surfaces? It does not matter where they are or what they are doing.."I have arrived".
My cousin Deanna and I made a mean dish of "pa-tuna"..it was a combination of potato salad (with miracle whip, of course) and tuna..we served it to anyone we could find as it was simply 'to die for"..so we indeed believed!
summer, "Saturday Night Fever"..light blue satin baseball jacket..levi corduroys in EVERY color..boat shoes..Izods..interchangeable purse with wooden handle.."Baby Come Back", summer, stuffed Cookie Monster.. Auburn, Sandwich, summer..year of growing up..7th grade. whoa, I remember it VERY well.
at least 5 times this week alone.. "wow! you are your mother's daughter".."you look more like her everyday!!", but as my father was quick to add..but she has a much better figure..oh ya, that made Ally's day. DIGG. gee.thanks.dad.
she was 2. we were in paradise..vacationing in Paradise island. the spots started to pop slowly and then furiously. Why is that child wearing make-up and large glasses to cover her face on the return airplane? "That kid has chicken pox!" uhoh--nabbed.
Ally was in the mood for a popsicle. Remember those little plastic compartment thingies we used to make pops?? You threw in any juice you had in the house..added some sticks and voila!! Those were the best. I reminded her she could drive.
Ally's most traumatic family memory? When she was 6, I told her I was dying my hair purple and joining a rock band. It was a Halloween joke that she didn't find humorous. She brings it up constantly to remind me of poor parenting.
We have a family of trolls that live near us..hahaha..I laugh so hard when I think of this. This is Mark's brainchild..sometimes we hear momma troll calling or see a glimpse of a troll child...ok. I better stop there. haha!!!
Bang! I remember hiding behind a door in my bedroom, and when my mom walked by I shot her with my toy gun..and she fell down...but would not get up..for 2 hours...!!! and I cried and cried. Taught ME a lesson.
