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(Grand Tetons, September 2010)
For my Mother's Day present this year, Sal took me to see Atlas Shrugged. Not exactly a coupon for ten free (((HUGS!))), but not too shaby all the same.
You need to see that movie. Yikes.
I particulary enjoyed my Junior Mints.
When we got home, Butterfly and Tiger had swept and mopped the kitchen, as well as folded clothes...WITHOUT BEING ASKED TO DO SO.
Shh!...
(Yellowstone, 2010)
Sal was planning to take me to see Atlas Shrugged today for Mother's Day, but Butterfly's elbow is swelling (for no apparent reason), so off to the doctor we go.
And I have ALLERGIES.
Bleh.
Maybe tomorrow.
Happy Monday!
(Crazy Horse Memorial, Black Hills, SD)
*Sal is going to Boys State.
*Tiger was called out by the Order of the Arrow.
*Butterfly and I are starting on her bedroom curtains. Finally.
*Sunday had a tick.
*Tiger finished his math book. Hooray!
*Iced tea weather is here.
Have a great weekend!
(Tiger in the latrine on the Ingalls Homestead.)
Tiger was green, I tell you - positively green, with envy over Sal's shelves.
"When?" he wailed. "When shall I get MY shelves, Father?"
(Or something like that.)
Not being one to like to favor one son over the other, The C.F.O. was honor bound to finish Tiger's shelves, and tout suite!
(My evil master plan is unfolding nicely, don't you think?)
And, of course, the entertainment section needed doing, as well.
(Rubbing hands together. Chortling fiendishly.)
Voila!
Tiger's shelves and the entertainment center!
I could cry I'm so happy. All of that stuff is either off the floor or out of my living room.
I. am. happy.
Tiger has room for books, and on top...
and photos, and puzzles, and small barnyard animals...
and, naturally, more books.
La troisième partie when we he finishes the rest!
Last year the boys built a bed for themselves.
And it was good.
But a bed wasn't all they needed. Most of their furniture was hand-me-down, which is good, too. Unless it is falling apart.
For the last year I've been asking The C.F.O. to build shelves. And more shelves. And more shelves...
Well, you get the idea.
Due to his lack of response, I wasn't sure he had gotten the message.
So I dumped the boys' clothes on the floor in the living room and kicked the dresser to the curb.
Being wise in all things, The C.F.O. deduced that NOW was the time to build the shelves.
He built Sal's first.
Isn't it pretty?
There is a place for everything.
See? Sal can even store books on top!
But wait! There's more.
And you will see it tomorrow!
Aren't you excited?
I'm working on a post to show you the boys' room. The C.F.O. has a couple things yet to finish, but I can't wait!!! If the kids stop making me drive them from point A to point B, I'll get it done.
In the mean time...
I give you this...
and this...
They pretty much sum up last week.
Boys' room soon.
Pinky promise.
(Los Presidentes of Mount Rushmore.)
I am great danger of dripping syrup on my keyboard. The C.F.O. made sweet potato pancakes.
Oh. Yeah.
We are in the middle of a boys' room overhaul. We're almost finished, but the hallway is still full of their books and desk stuff. I stubbed my toe on it, and broke off half of my toe nail.
That was my justification for adding the chocolate chips to my pancakes.
Any reason works.
(Rising moon, Yellowstone 2010)
I thought about posting something today, but then there was the whole *we had a tornado* thing.
Internet requires electricity.
And I require not to be cowering in the hall while typing.
(What can I say? I'm high maintenance.)
Maybe tomorrow.
(The Cadet Chapel at the United States Air Force Academy)
"We all come back to God in these days of soul-sifting," said Gertrude to John Meredith. "There have been many days in the past when I didn't believe in God - not as God - only as the impersonal Great First Cause of the scientists. I believe in Him now - I have to - there's nothing else to fall back on but God - humbly, starkly, unconditionally."
(From Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery.)
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