Now that I am grown with daughters of my own, we have our own Sunday afternoons when Steven and I insist that we spend time...together. The girls frequently pout in the back seat...disgusted that they aren't able to join their buddies in whatever plans were made for the afternoon. But once we have landed at our destination...we always have a blast! These memories of our Florida years with our little family of four are so precious to me. Someday, I am certain, they will get it too.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I get it now.
While growing up I didn't understand it very much. Those Sunday afternoons when my father would demand we go for a drive...together. I would often sulk in the back seat...frustrated that I wasn't able to join my friends in whatever adventures were planned that day. But once we arrived at our destination...I always enjoyed myself. In fact, those memories of my Michigan years, when we were still a family of three, are truly little treasures I keep locked in my heart. I get it now.



Now that I am grown with daughters of my own, we have our own Sunday afternoons when Steven and I insist that we spend time...together. The girls frequently pout in the back seat...disgusted that they aren't able to join their buddies in whatever plans were made for the afternoon. But once we have landed at our destination...we always have a blast! These memories of our Florida years with our little family of four are so precious to me. Someday, I am certain, they will get it too.
Now that I am grown with daughters of my own, we have our own Sunday afternoons when Steven and I insist that we spend time...together. The girls frequently pout in the back seat...disgusted that they aren't able to join their buddies in whatever plans were made for the afternoon. But once we have landed at our destination...we always have a blast! These memories of our Florida years with our little family of four are so precious to me. Someday, I am certain, they will get it too.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Mmm....mmm....mmm!
My hubby's culinary expertise is legendary among my closest friends and family. His skills in the kitchen truly leave me speechless. Most days as I peruse the shelves of my fridge, trying to piece together some semblance of a meal...I come up short. Spaghetti with sauce from the jar and garlic bread from the foil, tacos from a kit, or chili with the seasoning from the package are my typical fare.
Not my Stevie. He opens that refrigerator door and his eyes light up...his imagination conjures up creations from the items upon those glass shelves that are simply outside of my limited perceptions. It's so much more than just cooking well...or following a recipe correctly...it's the creativity that seems to ooze from his every pore when he straps on that apron.
As I said, yummy!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Just Can't Do It
The last vestige of my big black girl. I just can't remove it. Each week since she's been gone I've tried to update my grateful list. But to do so would somehow erase my sweet Montana from everyone's memory. I know that seems silly. But I just can't yet. Maybe next week.
on the edge
Sunday, March 15, 2009
On Budgets
Like everyone else in these challenging economic times, we have decided to "tighten our belts", to "cut corners" wherever possible and to "trim the fat" from our budget. So today we tackled our finances. Together, we sat down in front of the computer, spread out our various statements and printouts determining exactly where we stand...financially. And honestly, we're not doing too bad...I must say. But, like anyone who is trying to maintain a positive financial future, there are some changes in store for the Smith household.
No more Starbuck's nonfat vente chai at $5 bucks a pop (which of course always included a pastry at $2.99 and a nonfat vente toffe-nut latte for Laura). Gone.
No more pedicures (unless I have a gift certificate) for $35 plus tip every other weekend! I will have to paint my own toes pretty. Bye-bye.
No more expensive lunches out for Stevie during the work week. He can pack his own brown bag like the rest of us...or eat at the hospital...for free. Adios.
No more impulse buying for things we simply don't need! Regardless of how bad I'm PMS-ing or the type of day I've just had. Later.
So, after calling the cable company to reduce our platinum package to silver, canceling our home phone service, placing my gym membership on hold, and discovering a buried check for almost $3,000 dollars...Steven and I thought we deserved a little celebration...at the Waterside shops. They were having an amazing sale at both Gap and Banana Republic and I remembered I had an incredible 30% of coupon tucked away in my wallet. After all, I needed some items for the girls' Easter baskets and with my new finanacial awareness, I felt content with my purchases. I think we should do this budget thing every weekend!
No more Starbuck's nonfat vente chai at $5 bucks a pop (which of course always included a pastry at $2.99 and a nonfat vente toffe-nut latte for Laura). Gone.
No more pedicures (unless I have a gift certificate) for $35 plus tip every other weekend! I will have to paint my own toes pretty. Bye-bye.
No more expensive lunches out for Stevie during the work week. He can pack his own brown bag like the rest of us...or eat at the hospital...for free. Adios.
No more impulse buying for things we simply don't need! Regardless of how bad I'm PMS-ing or the type of day I've just had. Later.
So, after calling the cable company to reduce our platinum package to silver, canceling our home phone service, placing my gym membership on hold, and discovering a buried check for almost $3,000 dollars...Steven and I thought we deserved a little celebration...at the Waterside shops. They were having an amazing sale at both Gap and Banana Republic and I remembered I had an incredible 30% of coupon tucked away in my wallet. After all, I needed some items for the girls' Easter baskets and with my new finanacial awareness, I felt content with my purchases. I think we should do this budget thing every weekend!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Key Biscayne
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
she is unreal...really.
kinsey prefers to fly under the radar. she doesn't like attention drawn to her when she does well on tests or assignments and reluctantly hands over her straight "A" filled report card only when it is demanded. she refuses to compete in swimming races because she doesn't want anyone to watch her. she absolutely detests if anyone witnesses a tear in the corner of her eye and quickly dries her baby blues when she thinks no one is watching. and the list goes on. but this past sunday...all eyes were on her. after setting off along the venice beach shoreline...pedaling furiously against the wicked winds the cold front brought us that morning...dodging the huge raindrops that pelted our faces and covered our skin in road dirt...she kept on. for thirty-five miles. over bridges with wind gusts over 25 miles per hour. with a fierce determination and not one whiney complaint. she is completely unreal. and i really, really love her.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
An afternoon with my baby girl...
I really, really, really wanted to go to the art show. But not enough to go it alone. And Steven was overwhelmed with yard work. And Kinsey was valiantly attempting to reduce her " Wii fit" age via yoga poses and balance games! So, as a last resort, I texted Alissa. As expected, she was having a blast hanging out with her friends and didn't want to abandon them for an afternoon browsing art. So, reluctantly, I gave up on the idea and settled into some overdue projects around the house. Then, while folding my third load of towels, Kinsey snuck up behind me (a very Kinsey thing to do) and said simply, "I'll go mom." And off we went. It was superb!
In honor of my baby girl, I am showing her favorite art pieces. As you can see, they were udderly awesome!
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