I just came from a friend's wedding. She looked so beautiful. She's had a tough life. She was a single mom and had had some really bad relationships. To see he look so happy made me smile.
Shopping for our anniversary cruise!
Smiles come easily for me in my senior years. Must be my diet, but mostly from memories of my travels.
BorisKitten
Rats MUST have had a bit of Russian Blue in him!
He had a lot of the characteristics, definitely. Like being a loyal one person cat. He's follow me everywhere, my shadow.
And I was the only one who was allowed to pick him up. My ex, who adored him too, just wasn't ALLOWED to! Ah, he (the cat, I mean!
) was an absolute delight! Full of all sorts of little engaging games & surprises, & a real talker! Just thinking of his funny little ways has made me smile!
msolga, so sweet! I had an extremely unusual cat who died a few years back (he was 15, & I was lucky enough to get him as a kitten). I smile thinking of him. All white, one blue eye, one gold one, he too loved to be picked up, just like little Boris Kitten.
In fact, when I want to feel better, I pick up BK. While "shopping" at the animal shetler, I picked up all the kittens I was interested in. BK turned into a little ball of love in my arms, and won the prize.
Ah, BorisKitten, you are a person of my own heart!
Unfortunately for me, though, I've had to curb my critter rescue tendencies due to "reduced circumstances"! Not easy, I can tell you!
Arriving in Delft to visit my sis & family when shops were still open, I headed into town first to buy a "Delftse poffer" at Bakery Bierhuizen. If you ever get to Delft, make sure to go down to Bierhuizen's for one - they're the only ones anywhere who make 'em, with apple, cherry or cinnamon, and the cinnamon one is truly delicious. I bought three/quarters in a full shop, and behind me the next customer was indeed the cutest of young daddies with his, I'm guessing, five-year old daughter - he musta been in his late thirties, curly hair, slightly unshaven, a bit like, I dunno, musician or surfer or something - and he was too cute, joking around with his girl. The girls behind the counter - and this was what made me smile - instantly melted. The girl who helped him was this wholesome Dutch girl, twenty or twentythree or something and just the friendly healthy girl who'd work in a bakery, pretty square - but she radiated and blushed and smiled and rushed and chattered. The whole mood just tilted. Too funny!
What also made me smile, quick dinner at my sis's, my father her me and the kid (a few months left till he is two). Kid was all eager and happy and hyper about both of us being there, for half an hour he did nothing but somersaults, in a manner of speaking, running and jumping on the couch and falling over and calling out, in turns, "appa" (grandfather) and "oto" (which is me, somehow) and then grabbing my or his fingers with his little hand and pulling us along to see something he wanted to show: like, I dunno - the cat, or a picture of daddy on the wall ("daddy doing doing", cause daddy is a drummer), or the piano (which he plays with, er, gusto). He's all into words now, so he wants to show us and tell us everything he sees: "ka"! (cheese) or "mau!" (cat) or "ding!" (clock).
Somehow some new game always emerges: this time, when he had dragged me to his little room and demonstratively went to stand on a fat package of diapers, I'd come up with the risky idea of making it a bit of a magic carpet - as in, have him wrap his arm over my shoulder, hold me tight so he'd kinda lean against me, and ... whoops! lift up the package with him standing on it. Thirty cm in the air, and ... down again. Overjoyed, he was.
Anyway - dinner, and he was eating his nasi with a spoon and made such theatrics about taking his first bite that, when he did it, we all went, yeeaah, and applauded. Now that he loved! And so the game started, and with every bite he took, granddad and me and my sis would break into cheering and applauding, and immediately he joined us clapping his hands elatedly himself after each bite, all aglow and happy. Started clapping after each bite my father took too. As it was, my sis said, he'd never eaten that much, keeping on filling his spoon with giant bites by the time he'd ordinarily need to be coaxed into the next bite. He's soooo sweet! Kid's adorable.
The first concert in the Metamorphosis festival.
R.H. Thompson read from Ovid.
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Telling my friends about my conversation with my 6 year old son.
D comes to me and tells me that one of his friends in school told him that he wasn't sopposed to love his daddy, cause that made him gay.
I'm kinda shocked at this. I tell him, that D...you can love your daddy no matter what. That it doesn't make you "gay" to love a man. And even when your grown it still doesn't make you "gay" to love your daddy. That is what family does...love one another, uncles, cousins and brothers...you can love all of them.
So, I ask D if he even knows what "gay" means? He tells me, "yeaaa mom, its when two boys or two girls kiss and hug on another like your not sopposed to do."
Sooooo...I ask D..."Now ...Just where did you learn what "Gay" is...who taught you that?"
He just looks at me like he's exhausted at my questions. Takes a deep breathe and tells me ...."MOMMM, I do watch Desperate Housewives!"
I thought I was going to fall out....!!! ROTFLMAO
The way the sunlight is filtered by the curtain, specks of light dancing on the bookcase in a shimmery flow.
Snoring dogs, worn out from a squirrel chase and tickle fest.
At today's "Family Mass", the deacon assembled a group of little'uns to
bring the water, wine and various other things in procession down the
center aisle from the back of the church to the altar. When they got
there, the priest accepted the "gifts" from the children. But wait. No
wine! Mystery solved as the little girl with the wine cruet rounded the far
end of the pews, having taken the scenic route past Mom and Dad.
I beat my roomate at ESPN NFL 2K5.
AWESOME!!! I'M THE MAN!!!!
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!
SILLY GOOSE!!!
Will someone shoot the friggin clown on the right hand side of the screen? That has got to be one of the most aggravating ads ever.
realjohnboy wrote:Will someone shoot the friggin clown on the right hand side of the screen? That has got to be one of the most aggravating ads ever.
That made you smile? Well, don't we have a weird sense of humor.
That, almost, made me smile.
Should I start a "Something almost made me smile." thread?
the pix hamburger just emailed me for the family album thread are making me laugh
Leaving for work today morning, step out to find a very light snow fall. Bruce was talking a walk with his grandmother and was stopping everytime he saw something interesting. The grandma was in a hurry to get home and was getting irritated at him, and everytime she called out to him, the facial expression on his face was priceless. Finally, she scolded him, "Bruce, behave yrself". Bruce looked at me with such longing as he wanted to stop and play with me that I just could not help but smile.
Bruce is a slightly chubby golden retriever..
It snowed here, last night and the night before - up in the northern province of Frysia, it was up to 50 centimeters of snow, the most snow to fall in March in twentyfive years.
Here, in comparison, it was modest, but still, a real thick layer of snow to stamp in, a couple of cm thick precariously balancing on even the thinnest branch and more covering bicycles with blankets. I saw several snowmen, and parents pulling their baby along on a sled - havent seen snowmen or sleds in years!
When I stopped by in the mens clothing store next door to my work (to buy a scarf, on sale), the guy there was as chatty ever - he was pretty bored - there he was, him and a shop full of cheerful summer clothes! Pretty much the only guys who'd come in were just looking to see if they still had some gloves or something ...
Tradition versus global warming, wins the set.
the realization that today is 03/04/05...
