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saturday morning, my sweetie took me on a date to the post office. 

we waited in line to use the automated teller.  it wasn’t a long wait.

when it was my turn, i zipped right through the process (not to boast, but I have become quite proficient at it…it is one of my skills) and was almost finished when an elderly couple walked in.  they expressed surprise that the regular part of the post office was closed and they were concerned that they wouldn’t know how to use the automated teller.  as I waited for my receipt to print I turned to them and told them that it was really easy, that they just need to read the screen and answer the questions.

the gentleman asked, “would you mind staying and showing me how to use it?”

the people in the front of the line graciously offered them to go ahead and i was secretly thrilled to guide this aged couple through the wonderful world of automated telling.  (the clicking sounds the buttons make is one of my favorite sounds.)

i was like jack, nimble and quick, and soon two packages were stamped and ready to put in the bin.

as i turned to leave, the 7 people gathered in line behind us clapped for me and offered words of encouragement on a job well done.

this is the stuff that dreams are made of.

clean

under the weather

let’s make lots of money

my boys and their buddies made a few bucks selling snow cones. 

thank you sweet neighbors who bought them from a bare-footed, bathing-suited salesman knocking on your door at 3 in the afternoon.

promoted

goodbye elementary school .

hello high school.

let me put on my slightly larger glasses.

right. 

glad we paid good moolah to get this girl contact lenses so we can buy cheap fake glasses at f21.

the boy had a birthday

weston’s birthday fell on a sunday this year, so the festivities were a little quieter.

he did get breakfast in bed (per his request).

he did open his presents before church (per his request).

he did open, among other things, a cub scout shirt with all the fixins’.

after all the gifts were open, he took it upon himself to put on his new cub shirt.

all by himself.

he took it off after a while, then he put it on again…

and again….and again…

he is excited to be 8 and to be getting baptized, but I think he is most excited about doing his best, for God and his country, helping other people and obeying the law of the pack.

oh…and having a very loud and crazy 8 year old birthday party….

love my spirited and amazing boy.

i believe i can fly

keaton has been trying to fly ever since he could walk.  i think he saw buzz lightyear do it years ago and has been trying to do  something like it ever since.

so when the school high jump competition came around and he was one of the few third graders who qualified he was sky high.

he ended up being the third grade champ and tying with the fourth grade champ.

watching him jump 3 feet 11 inches, chest down, delighted me.  made me giggle every time.

                                                                   (from his journal)

ADORE him!

maybe I need to up my game a little…

weston made a mother’s day card at school for me.

according to him I have no favorite sport, pet, animal, tv show, game, or favorite thing to do for fun.

I do, however, like sushi and m&m’s and the color grey.

an open book