Marching out

So just like that, one fourth of 2014 is history. No fooling.

The dogwoods are in bloom and if you can hold on for a few more hours, it's April.

March is a big month for our family, with three birthdays in the immediate clan.

The celebrations commence with my birthday on the seventh. Audrey follows on the twenty-second and Andrew finishes it off one week later, on the twenty-ninth.

March often finds me remembering those long-ago years when my children were small.

But often as not, I contemplate these later years when, as adults, they've made us so happy and proud.

I feel that way about all of my children but Audrey -- our second child, second daughter -- and Andrew -- our baby and only son -- are more like me in personality while Stephanie, the eldest, and Erica, the third and baby daughter, are markedly more like their father.

In fact I am fond of saying that in our family there are three black sheep and three white ones.

Can you guess which are the three black sheep?

Right. How astute you are.

But look at this gorgeous picture I found of Audrey, taken a few Christmases ago:

Yowza. Not to brag but she's quite a tomato. And we celebrated her birthday a week or so ago with great zeal.

A certain photo I took of Andrew in early September of 2007 -- with a point-and-shoot (Nikon of course), I might add -- is apropos for reasons I am about to tell you.

He spent his twenty-fifth birthday on Saturday being interrogated in a mock POW camp.

It's part of SERE -- Survival, Evasion, Resistance, Escape -- and it is the conclusion of his formal training to serve as a USAF boom operator, or in-flight aircraft refueler.

And it's arduous and uncomfortable and even a wee bit dangerous.

But he'll be okay.

I just wanted to say on this blog, Happy Birthday to Airman Boomer Andrew, and thank you for the considerable personal sacrifices you have voluntarily made for your country and to defend our freedoms.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Monday ~ Happy Week ~ God Bless America

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Quite right

Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.

~Ogden Nash~

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Happy Saturday ~ Happy Weekend

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Sign Me Up: Not a nice place to visit

And I wouldn't want to live there either.

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Happy Thursday

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Couple things

Consider the possum-bilities

First I want to tell you about the possum I met while leaving church last Sunday.

No; he did not greet me in the pew and offer the right paw of fellowship.

He was quite stuck in a cage and chilling in the back of a red pickup. In the parking lot.

He'd suffered a capture. Several men and kids were admiring him.

Of course I had my camera. I am always thinking of you.

He needs to simmer down.

He probably would have enjoyed a pizza.

Ants everywhere thank me

Remember last week when I had difficulty ordering pizza?

And in the course of experiencing problems ordering pizza, I caught a typo in the Hungry Howie's online coupons?

Well naturally I mouthed off shared on Twitter about the ant toppings coupon.

And Hungry Howie's noticed, and they offered me free cinnamon bread if we ordered pizza on Ten Buck Tuesday.

So last Tuesday, we did.

Delicious. Especially the cinnamon bread.

And it came complete with hand-drawn artwork and the thanks of ants everywhere.

Which I thought was rather charming.

Although I shudder to think how Hungry Howie's knows "ants everywhere" enough to convey their gratitude.

Not to mention draw them so convincingly.

Speaking of convincing and charming ...

Cadillac style

Then there is this Cadillac commercial.

I love me some fine Cadillac wheels.

And I love it that Cadillac has gotten flak for the blatant Amercanism of the ad. As in: Liberals were outraged by this ad. Outraged!

You've got to love that.

However, I won't drive an electric Cadillac.

N'est-ce pas?

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Happy Tuesday

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SkyWatch Friday: Blue for me and blue for you

A week ago I went to Flat Rock, North Carolina, for the afternoon.

We stopped by a shop called The Wrinkled Egg.

This goat pillow made me laugh before I even crossed the threshold.

He appeared to be gazing so longingly out at the almost-spring day.

So I took his picture because. Just because.

And when I looked at it, I saw that at which I believe the pillow-goat gazed.

The sky. Blue and beckoning.

The way I hope a beautiful blue sky lures you outside into the spring day.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Friday ~ Happy Weekend ~ Happy Spring

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