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***SIDE NOTE*** Our township has a summer playground program. This is run by a group of adults and teen volunteers and provides an opportunity for tons of kids to play there each weekday morning for a small fee for the entire summer****
The coordinator gave them to my daughter, but unfortunately they were quite mangled and were missing a lens. Hence, the bad news. We took them to our eye doctors and were greeting with quite a few perplexing looks. I wish I would have taken a picture of them....they had quite a story to tell.
Anyway, because DD has only had them for a little over 6 weeks and because she is only 9 years old, as a "customer courtesy" they are going to replace them free of charge. Yes, Virginia, there is a doctor's office that still believes in something called courtesy.
Is that good news or what? I can't believe it. I was speechless and if you knew me you would know how hard that is to accomplish! They told me that they can't promise to replace them again, but they will do it this time. Wow.
That neighborhood girl just saved this mom nearly $200 bucks. We stopped at the store on the way back from the eye doctors and bought her a cute little toy -- a doodle turtle in a purse. Gotta love that!
Anyway the source of my frustration is my oldest dd who decided to "forget" her glasses at the playground this morning. Both of my girls attend a summer playground program that runs each weekday morning from 9-12. There is about 100 kids there and I'm loosing any hope that the glasses were found by an adult.
Get this....she thinks that she left them on a bench by the sandbox but when I took her back over there she was looking all through the ground near the sandbox. I just don't need this additional expense right now.
Honestly, is it too much to expect that a 9 year old keep their glasses on their face.
“There’s no such thing as luck,” said Kyle.
The boys were walking home on an autumn afternoon from the school bus stop. Kyle's depression was getting worse. He just hadn't been the same since his dad moved out.
David knew they were getting a divorce but his mom had told him it was impolite to talk to Kyle about it.
“Here,” David said, putting the penny in Kyle’s hand, “You’ll see. This penny is really lucky. I can feel it.
Kyle shrugged, “I doubt that. What good is a penny? You can’t buy anything with it and it sure ain’t gonna fix my mom and dad. It won’t bring them luck.”
David kicked a rock with his right foot, unsure what to say to his friend.
“The penny ain’t for them. It’s for you. Like it or not, Kyle, you are going to have to cheer up and deal with the fact that your dad isn't going to live with you anymore.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Kyle said, walking through the yard leading to his house, “See you tomorrow.”
“Don’t loose your penny,” David said with a smile. He was determined to prove to Kyle that it really would bring him luck even if it couldn’t fix his parents.
“Hi, I’m home,” David called out as he walked through the kitchen door.
“How was school?” his mom asked, as she hung up the phone.
“Good ‘cept Kyle’s still real sad about his Mom and Dad. How can I cheer him up? I found him a lucky penny, but he didn’t think it would bring him much luck.”
“I was just talking to his mom and she has a great idea about how to cheer him up, but needs our help," David's mom said, "Grab your coat. We’re going for a ride.”
David grabbed his jacket and pulled it on over his shoulders.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
Soon they arrived at the local animal shelter.
“What are we doing here, mom? We already have a dog and two cats.”
“The puppy’s not for us, David. It’s for Kyle.”
“COOL!” shouted David, anxious to pick the pup out.
They returned home with an eight week old copper-colored dashhound mix. She was short and stumpy and unbelievably cute. At dusk, David and his mom left the puppy on Kyle’s front porch, rang the doorbell, and ran away.
The next morning David could hardly wait to walk to the bus stop with Kyle. When the time came, he ran to his friend's house, attempting to appear unexcited.
“Come in and see what I got,” Kyle said. “You were right! I’m lucky.”
“What did you get?” David asked, even though he already knew.
“Look!” Kyle said, pointing to the puppy yapping happily at the boys from its box.
David bent down to pat it’s head.
“It was just sittin’ on our porch last night with a note sayin’ it was for me,” Kyle explained.
“See,” said David, “I knew that coin would bring you luck. What did you name her?”
Kyle smiled broadly, “Penny.”
“I hate being nervous,” I said to my reflection as I adjusted the flower barrette holding up the side of my hair. One last look at my dress and I went to find my sister, Annie.
The church hallway lead to the bridal room and I found her there, looking perfect.
She had on the dark wine colored dress that we picked out. It was tapered at the shoulders and had an open back. The hem stopped just short of Annie’s calves. Seeing her in it reminded me of my nervous stomach.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I said.
“Thanks a lot,” she replied.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You look great.,” she said, “Are you ready?”
“I’m not really sure. I don’t think I’ve actually digested the idea yet. You?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. I’m not really nervous at all.”
“You’re never nervous,” I said, jealousy making me want to be more like her. “Have you seen Dad?”
“Yeah, I think he’s ecstatic. He’s as anxious as a child on his first day of school.”
“I’ve been worried about him lately. The last three years have been hard on him. We’re both so far away.”
“He’s a tough cookie. Nothing ever brings him down, besides, you worry too much.”
She waived me off and said, “I’m going to find Mason to take our picture. Stay here.”
The silence was deafening. Mary Jo was late. She better get here soon or she won’t have time to dress. What if she doesn’t show? We can’t start without her. Annie’s right, I worry too much. She’ll be here.
“Wow, Lynn, I’m blown away,” said Mason. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress.” His shaggy chestnut hair covered part of his face and he opened his arms to embrace me. He’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother. Annie and I lived three houses away from him our entire childhood. Just letting him hug me sent some of my butterflies packing.
“You’re not looking bad yourself,” I said.
“Annie has given me strict orders to capture this moment on film so get together and smile pretty.” Time passed in flashes instead of minutes.
“Is Mary Jo here?” I asked.
“Yeah,” said Mason, “Mom’s been hiding so you and Annie wouldn’t see her. She ready to go; waiting for the cue.”
“It’s time,” says a stranger and we file out.
I’m walking down the aisle following my sister. Her dress bristling in the silence. All eyes are on us. Smiles. Whispers.
My butterflies are back, doing the same jig as before when I see him. Our dad, looking strikingly handsome in his tuxedo, is smiling at us. Wow, he looks so young, so excited, so nervous. It’s been too long since I’ve seen him truly happy. He’s beaming.
The music begins, everyone stands at attention. The bride is on her way. Mary Jo appears in the doorway, Mason by her side. Today is the day he’ll give his mom to our dad, combining two families that have known each other for years into one.
The groom’s eyes catch and hold the bride’s and for the last time, all the butterflies are sent packing.
Aren't these little cards so cute ***sigh*** They are about 4 x 4 square and I got them from QVC when I ordered during their big scrapbook weekend. Sometimes they have the cutest little things don't they ***nodding head agreeing with herself*** Did I ever tell you that I went on a tour of QVC with my mom and my sister. It was actually pretty fun. Here is a picture of my mom standing in the rain. She was very surprised. She had no idea where we were taking her. It was a secret...We went after the CK convention in Valley Forge last July. QVC is not far from there at all. Mom only goes to the convention to spend time with us...I'll let you in on a secret....shhhhh She doesn't really like to scrapbook....****mouth gaping wide open*** I know it is hard to believe.
“Hey mom, where’s my blue shirt?”
His mom hollered from down the hall, “I think its in the laundry room, Honey. I just washed it and haven’t had a chance to put it away yet.”
He scurried to the room and found exactly what he was looking for. He changed in the bathroom after washing up. Staring at his face in the mirror, he slicked his fur back and polished up his bill.
“I wonder if there will be any other duck billed, web-footed beavers in class today?”
Coney and his parents had recently moved from North Creek Ridge to Southwest Creek Ridge. No DWBs lived in North Creek. Growing up, Coney never felt like he fit in. He always felt out of place with his large bill and little teeth. He could swim as good as a duck, but he couldn’t fly because he had no wings, just paws.
It was hard to say goodbye when his family decided to leave but he knew it was for the best and in his heart he hoped that in Southwest Creek Ridge there would be other DWBs. He was tired of feeling like an outsider.
“Coney, hurry up. You don’t want to be late for the first day of school, do you?”
“I’m coming,” he said.
On the way to school, Coney was very quiet thinking about what would happen through out the day.
“Coney, are you all right?” asked his mom.
“Yeah, Mom. I was just thinking about my day. Do you think there will be any DWBs in my class?”
“Oh, honey. I don’t want you to be disappointed. DWBs have been around for many years. You have relatives that lived during the time of the Dinosaurs. Be proud of who you are, I’m proud of you. But don’t be surprised if you never meet another DWB. I’ve only met two others my entire life. We are quite rare.”
Coney was disappointed. He had been looking forward to meeting another boy just like him, or maybe even a girl. He took a deep breath and walked through the school doors. He was happy in spite of himself. He went to the office and asked where his class was. A stoutly bear cub, who worked behind the counter said, “I know just who to get to show you around.”
To Coney’s delight, he saw another DWB approaching the office.
“Hi,” she said, “my name is Sarah. I’m here to show you around.”
“I knew it,” said Coney, “your a DWB. . . your beautiful . . . your so . . . um . . . um,” Coney blushed, “Sorry”.
“A DWB?” said Sarah.
“A duck billed, web-footed, beaver.”
Sarah smiled. “Your cute,” she said, “It’s going to be nice having another platypus around. Think of all the trouble we can get into.”
Tulu, a cherry red tulip, said, “Indeed, it is a fine spring morning. The sun’s rays feel comforting today. Last night was kind of cold and I can still feel the ache in my stem.”
Daphne said, “Do you ever wish you were a Late Bloomer? I mean we never really get to enjoy the sun much. The spring nights are often chilly and brisk. Sometimes, I’m not happy being a daffodil.”
“Daphne, you are a silly posey,” said Tulu, still not quite awake and not entirely listening. “Next you will be telling me you want arms instead of leaves. Be happy being you.”
“I can dream if I want to, Tulu. Late Bloomers have it better. Everyone knows that.”
“Nonsense, I don’t’ believe it,” said the tulip.
Daphne and Tulu’s argument continued throughout the day, but no matter what Tulu said to convince her she was wrong, she would not believe a word. “Late Bloomers have it better. It’s not cold, they get more sun and some grow to be huge, bigger than humans.”
Daphne wished that night that she could be a Late Bloomer. She knew if she were, everything would be perfect and she’d never be cold again.
“Excuse me up there!” said a tri-colored pansy, “Hey, sunflower, point your head to the right!”
Daphne heard the noise and looked around, “What?” she said.
“Down here,” said the voice, “You’re blocking our sun again and you promised you’d stop. We’d appreciate it if you turned your big old head to the right.”
“Okay,” she said, turning her huge yellow mane. She was enormous, maybe six foot. How did this happen?
Her wish! It had come true, she was a sunflower, a Late Bloomer. She stood proud and tall and enjoyed the August sun.
But soon the sun didn’t feel so warm. It felt hot! Extremely hot and her enormous head began to droop.
A grasshopper landed on her leaf, “Do you still like being a Late Bloomer?” she asked.
“Tulu?” said Daphne, “Why . . . How?”
“Hey, if you’re a sunflower, I can be a grasshopper. Right?”
“I guess so,” said Daphne.
“So, do you like it?” the bug asked again.
“Yes! I love it. It was a little hot today, though.”
“That’s August for you,” said Tulu, as she began to chomp on Daphne’s leaves.
“Hey! Quit that,” said Daphne, trying to shake Tulu off.
“A girl’s got to eat, dear.”
By evening, Tulu had eaten a huge whole in Daphne’s big, beautiful leaf. Daphne was glad that Tulu had her fill and jumped off. However, she soon was very lonely. She could hear the other flowers murmurs, but no one tried to talk to her. She was just too high up.
Daphne was terribly sad. “I never should have made that wish. I liked being me. I liked being me! I liked being me . . .”
“What are you shouting about?” asked Tulu. “It’s not even dawn yet!”
Daphne looked around. She’d never been so glad to see a tulip in all her life. She was her bright yellow daffodil self again! It was just a dream!
“You were right about everything, Tulu,” she said. “I don’t want to be a Late Bloomer. I want to be me!”
“That’s splendid, dear. Tell me in the daylight,” said the tulip, nodding back to sleep. “Such a silly posey,” she mumbled.
Here we are at the totally awesome Finding Nemo exhibit. I still can't figure out how they did that interactive talk to Crush the turtle thing. Too Cool
This is one of my all time favorite layouts. I love how it turned out. Especially the belt buckle and the little cowgirls. Too cute.
Close up of one of the cowgirls
Close up of the WOODY autograph belt buckle.
Here is my first layout from Chef Mickey's.
This is when we were meeting Pluto.
Here is a close up of the Donald on the next layout. Donald is my middle daughter's absolute favorite character of all time...they have a lot in common. Crabby but loveable.
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