Still eating lunch – here’s a little something for the fanboys of Tron to squee over. Even I think it looks cool. I have a thing for sequels.
Lunch Break
Lunch time. Posting light to take a quick break.
Mushroom Pizza - wonderful 'cause the kids won't touch mushrooms
Argggg
After a very long search, I finally found my flip, so possible video entries coming. While I’m figuring that out…
Poe went and bought a rubber duckie that goes in our pool. It holds a chlorine tablet inside it. The instant I saw it Poe and I started singing “Rubber Ducky” (you know – Ernie from Sesame Street?)
Rubber Ducky… You’re the one!
You make bath time lots of fun!
Joseph heard us. “Guys stop. I’ve heard the song. It’s creepy.”
There ya go.
Update on the ‘Thon
Well, I’m writing this for the noon entry. So far so good! 6 hours in, and I haven’t been late or missed a post yet.
I’m sure I’ll be scrounging for content soon.
The family’s moving right along without me. Poe has taken care of them. They’re all at the boys’ swimming lesson (and out of my hair. Oh, the quiet.) Then lunch and an errand. Probably some swimming over here too. If you can call it swimming in our little pool. I might take a dip if it gets really hot… But not for long. I do have an appointment here every half hour, you know.
How about a video blog? I can’t seem to bring myself to call those vlogs. I can’t do it. I’ll play with my Flip camera. The editing is what I’m not sure I can do. But hey – amateur or not – it’s content. Hm. I may have to make myself presentable. I don’t want to do video in pajamas, braless, unshowered, and covered in cat hair. Oh, hush, I started this at 5:30ish. Everything has to be done between writing the posts!
How I Met My Husband, Part VI
That night we talked. And talked. And talked some more. Probably until about 3am. And I felt magic.
The next night was a group night – a small group at the church that got together every Monday. I knew he’d be there. I waited to see if I would feel the same magic, if he would see me and have a smile. He did. We talked late into the night again. That night he kissed me.
The next night… More talking. Late into that night, he asked me to marry him.
No. Really. He asked me to marry him on night three.
I said yes.
We thought of as crazy. In fact, we lost a lot of friends. The only people actually for us marrying were both sets of parents. I would have thought it would be the opposite. But apparently our parents all saw something. Neither of us were clueless. We’d both been engaged and in long term relationships before. The best explanation I can provide is that we simply Knew.
We eloped. It was us, our parents, my best friend, and his brother. I got to have my flowers and dress. It was simple, and lovely. A wedding on a lake with snow on the mountains in the distance.
That was 11 years, 2 sons, 6 cats, a snake, a guinea pig, various fish, 4 moves, and two towns ago. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I married my Jay. That guy. My Poe.
On the Lake
In the Chapel
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