Wordless Wednesday (sort of)

Maybe he should try thinking OUTSIDE the box?

I guess sometimes you just have to go with what works.  For more Wordless Wednesday (even though mine snuck in a few words) go here.

We Can …

We can …

… have a new beginning.

… overcome obstacles.

… narrow the gap between peoples.

… care for our children, and those of the world.

… find new power to fuel our future.

… become better stewards of the land.

… find hope and renewal.

I’ve always had strong feelings about political issues and enjoyed debating such things.  And I have found myself angry or passionate when discussing them.  But today I found myself deeply moved and actually tearful.  I’m not sure why my emotions were so heightened.  Perhaps it is my age, perhaps motherhood, perhaps the stage of my life.  Regardless, as I watched the babes wiggle on the floor, a young man pledged to faithfully discharge the duties of President.  And I found hope for the future for all of us.  A future of which we can be proud.

Let us all vow to rededicate ourselves to caring for one another and our planet.  Let us vow to be good citizens of this world.

Breakfast date

I’ll admit, I was an editor on the high school Literary Magazine, but I by no means ruled the school.  In fact, I found it hard to find my niche in school.  I was indeed a science geek, but I also hung with the artsy kids.  I never saw myself as popular or clever, just out of place.

So I was flattered that a fellow blogger was nervous to meet ME.  And here I was nervous to meet HER!

But it all turned out just great.  It is definitely surreal to meet someone that knows all sorts of personal things about you, yet you have never seen their face.  We had a lovely breakfast (home fries, yum), dished about LA and commiserated about motherhood of boys.

It is nice to know I’ve got a friend here in Eden.

Tasty

Hmmm, I’m a little worried she’s developing a taste for human flesh.

"These are pretty yummy."

And it seems her predilection is not limited to her own flesh …

"These are nice too, a little salty."

Her brother seems unperturb, as he is about most things:

"Do you think she's going to give it back? She's kinda holding on pretty tight."

I think we better hide the fava beans.