"Mommy? What can I do to be more beautiful?"

"Do these old lady shoes make me more beautiful?" Uhh, first - they're not 'old lady' shoes. And, Darling? You don't need to do anything to be more beautiful. You just ARE.

"But, Mommy? YOU wear these shoes!" Uh-huh. I'm NOT old. Thanks.

My rosy-cheeked-pizza-makin'-Beauty wearing a shirt two sizes too big because she likes what it says: Color Me Happy.

Peek into the Future

Don't knock the cord. Retro is cool.

Quiet Reflection

In an effort to identify with myself I've reread this list and this list again. I've changed a lot. Maybe this is a sign of maturity. I hope not. For instance, I no longer want to be #3. Now I'd settle for pretty much what I am with a little more balance. I've rexamined #15 over the last year and have come to realize that it means something different for me. I do suffer...my emotions are a mess and all I want to do is wine. I mean, whine. #22 - I threw another one in the dumpster in the dark of the night about 3 months ago. I cried. A lot. But, you know what? I'm so happy. Nothing determines my happiness in the morning but me. I like to tell myself this was a big sacrifice in the name of good health...when in reality I have access at the Y. Hmmm. #97 - It's now my favorite cuisine. Proof that our taste buds change every 7 years. We hit our local Thai joint very, very often. They know us all by name and it feels so wonderful. I went in today and wanted something that wasn't on the menu. They made it for me anyway. 100 - I've gotten over this hurdle. I love feeding people. #4 - This is really what I set out intending to talk about in this post. This sounds like pure misery. My thoughts lately are a bit out of balance. A bit on tastes: nam pla prik pbon is the perfect balance of sweet, salty, spicy, sour. If it's too much of either it's not very palatable. I won't go into where my thoughts are off balance but a silent retreat would be pure torture. To be alone with all that's rolling around in my head and not have anything to distract myself with...ugh! Instead, I'd like to be a two-year-old again. No thought but for the minute. No stress. Not really an expectation. Sounds blissful. Like my baby up there. It makes my heart ache to watch him sleep and wonder what's in store for him. Pain I won't be able to heal, battles I won't get to fight. 70 - 71 - If you know me well...I'm curious to know how I come across? I'm still not sure. 78 - This is still true. I don't know why it's so hard for me. There are currently 6 loads waiting to be put away. 88 - Thanks to BPump I'm back in heels. Love. 93 - It's by far the most disgusting thing in my house. So, so gross.

And then there's this conversation. Made me laugh...again.

And these photos. Which made me swoon.

And this. Which is a great appetite suppressant.

And this video. Which is beyond great.

"Remember only the most important things...the rest is optional!"

This has got to be one of my favorite pictures of Nolan (2). There's just so much going on! You've got a week...give me a winning caption and I send you a bag.

Fine Print: I kinda sorta have to know who you are. No strangers. This is not a "get more readers" contest. This is a "I love the readers I have" contest.

I've had fun scrolling through the memories the last couple days. How about this golf-related memory?