Showing posts with label pancakes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pancakes. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 2011

Labor Day 2011

National Holiday here in the States. I chose to not labor so much today. The weather is absolutely perfect! Barely mid 80's F. No more triple digit heat for awhile. Heck, we might be done with triples--however I won't believe that until late October!

Good day. Windows open. Did breakfast with a swell guy chum, who is actually a high school classmate. We did chatter up for 2 hours. Laughed quite a bit too. Good for a guy I think. Told him about pots and writing. In fact, I took him a test pot to see. Now he has more of my vision, and quite supportive. I realized I didn't finish my pancakes.

Headed on later to do late lunch with a good girl chum. No five hour gab fest at Macaroni Grill, as with my other girl chum the other night--only about 2 1/2 hours today! :) We laughed. Chatted. She is taking drawing classes, which I didn't know even drew. Quite impressed with her handy work. I still had the test pot in my purse, so I showed her, and our waiter. The waiter--if he was 21--said he could see it on the window sill, like when you doin' dishes. Nice guy. And he got a tip.

And the roses posted here? Made outta duct tape. Alot of duct tape. Next ones I'll do better. I figured out what I did wrong--it's all in the 'fold'.

So for now, I'm headed outside because the four story stack of dishes in the sink can wait, sit in the shade and read a fun book: "First Love Cookie Club" and


Enjoy the rest of the your Labor Day everyone!


Sunday, June 15, 2008

Father's Day...


Today is Father’s Day.

Dad would have opened the dozen or so cards I got him.

He would have fixed us pancakes---even though it was his day.

We would chat over our bountiful breakfast.

Reminisce about the time I slit open Christmas packages, and then tried to tape them back together.

Or the time we made a bird house together.

Or the time he took me on my first airplane ride.

Or we would talk about my mom. How she passed away so young, then

We would laugh about all the Cheeseburger Hamburger Helper we ate after she left.

Today would have been our day. Daddy Daughter Time.

We might have gone fishing. Just the two of us.

Dad has now been gone seven years. Time does not stop.

Sometimes I swear I still smell his King Edward cigar.

I know Dad is with me. I rejoice that he and my mom are together.

My God gave me parents who loved me more than life itself.

I know I am loved.

I know I am blessed.

Everyday is Father’s Day.

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