My New Flagpole!

So, we had this nasty patch on the side of the driveway that didn’t grow anything but weeds and ugly stuff and was just creepy and embarrassing.

Till one day, my cute boy came over and tilled it all up…

and dug a big, deep hole, and filled it with cement…

for the new flagpole that Rhen gave me for Christmas!!

Christmas AND Mother’s Day all at the same time!  WAHOOOO!

They even hand printed it for me!

Awwwww…I LOVE it!

Thanks boys!! You’re making one of my dreams come true.

It seemed only fitting that my most patriotic son should be the one…

to hang our big, beautiful flag.

I love that it is on the side where the business parking light is. It will shine on our flag all night long.

But the best part…

is the view from my kitchen window.

Love. Love. Love.

Mothers

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“Mother is not a title.

Mother is a verb. It is not who you are.

It’s what you do.”

~ Shonda Rhimes

Happy Mother’s day, mom. I love you and miss you every, single day.

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The Origin of Instant

My mom had this little comic pinned to the kitchen bulletin board for most of my life.  I think she used it to defend her love for that “new” product… Hamburger Helper.

I swear, we didn’t know it was a nuclear toxin.

It was just, you know, faster.

Yikes.

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It Was Mom~

100 Happy Days #42

My mother was kind and wise and beautiful. I miss her so much. Luckily, my daughters are smart and strong and loving and patient. I see her in them, every single day. What a sweet thing—this motherhood.
Happy Mother’s Day.

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003Does anyone besides me remember getting a handful of these little thingys in the bottom of your Christmas stocking? I’ll admit that I never really knew what to do with them at first. I’m mean, they just got in the way of all the good stuff and made everything salty. But then, once all the candy was gone and all that was left was the peanuts, we’d put them in a big bowl on the front room coffee table. I remember my mom showing me how to roll them on the table to crack them open. It was funny to see her make a big pile of shells and not seem to mind the mess at all. Plus, after all those days of fudge and peppermint and gum drops…a little pinch of salt tasted so good.

Nowadays, I grab a big bag of un-shelled, salted peanuts at Costco and pull out a handful every now and again. They still snap the same on the counter when I roll them just like they did for my mom and they still have that pinch of salt.

Oddly enough, I think the mess is the best part of all. Reminds me of my mom at Christmas.

And that just makes me happy.

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