I don’t get Wanda Sykes.
I’m surprised at how much I enjoy The Deep End.
Who wouldn’t want an Italian villa?
Best thing about watching OL figure skating? Scott Hamilton.
My kids think I’m cool because I once sat next to a real princess on a plane.
Magpie Musing makes me think. She also makes me happy. She’s inspired me (again), this time to think about what makes me happy. Here’s a list.
“Nothing is more human than a book.” ~ Marilynne Robinson, The Paris Review, Issue 186, Fall 2008.
When everyone else lets me down, I’m so lucky to have someone to wrap my arms around. You know? We may not be perfect, but we’re perfect for each other. And there are some people I know who don’t believe I’m perfect for anybody. Good thing your opinion is the only one that matters.
(Thank you, Michael Bublé, for this amazing song.)
London calling, yes, I was there too
I love you, yes I do, well, it says
so in this Book of Love
Buona sera, signor, kiss me
goodnight
Oo la la la, c’est magnifique!
Oh yes, the world will always
welcome lovers
Your love’s put me at the top of the world
Skal vi gå på ski?
Talk me out of Tampa (no, don’t!)
Beautiful Boy
10 years: Gonna take a ride across the
moon, you and me
Great-Grandma always takes the time
Oldemor & Bestemor: She’s got her special
ways to chase the clouds away
Just a boy and his dog
Rock-a-bye my sweet baby girls
I’m dreamin’ tonight of a place I love
Put them all together they spell Mother
Even more than I usually do
And although I know it’s a long road back
It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to
13 years: I need you to love me
I’d be made in the shade
Everyone’s smiling just for me when I go home
These boots are made for walking, and that’s
just what they’ll do, one of these days these
boots are gonna walk all over you.
On top of the world again
Peekaboo!
I promise you
They say it’s your birthday; it’s my birthday
too, yeah! We’re gonna have a good time!
Just keep swimming
I’m gone to Carolina in my mind
Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say, please
share my umbrella
W-a-s-h-i-n-g-t-o-n, baby, D.C.!
It’s not because it is the grand old seat
Of precious freedom and democracy
It’s the bloggers, baby!
I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light beams
We are family, I got all my cousins with me
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter
bonnet
I get by with a little help from my friends
A word that means the world to me
Goodbye city life. Green Acres we are there!
Because I’m still in love with you, I wanna see
you dance again
I just moved my mini-pharmacy from the kitchen back to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I hope I didn’t jinx anything.
I have a confession to make. I can’t knit. Or crochet. Or anything like that. I have all this beautiful handiwork from Norway, and I don’t know how to fix it. Take, for example, my daughters’ blankets.
See?
Did you hear that? That was all the Norwegians who know how to knit (and even the other two who don’t) gasping in horror. At this rate, I’ll never get to be an honorary Norwegian. Heck, for this high crime, I’ll be banished to live in darkness with the trolls and never be allowed to touch a pretty thing again.
In the meantime, I’ll have to beg for help from real Norwegians who can do things like this.
And this. (Well, *I* made the babies.)
And this.
And this.
Help!
This is a rat. Her name is Sarah. (Yes, by the girl who likes to be called Sarah when playing dress-up and pretending with her brother and sister.) It’s just about the cutest darn rat I’ve ever seen.
January
Is this heaven, Kevin? No, heaven’s not this cold.
February
Super Bowl with the Obamas and us
March
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day
April
I held you in my castle in the sky
May
Blossom in the tree you know how I feel
June
Things grow in my garden (I hope)
July
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
August
Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow, all it takes is a rake and a hoe
September
Howdy neighbor, happy harvest, may your forty acres soon be fields of clover
October
I wish jack-o’-lanterns hung from the sky and the seas were made of pumpkin pie
November
From the valley of the Jolly (ho, ho, ho) Green Giant!
December
How to build a snowgirl
The best of 2009: Dear ones in my life who know me and love me for who I am. Friends at the other end of the line (or across the table), willing to pick me up when I’m down. Love without conditions. Understanding without judgment. Empathy. Support. Kindnesses big and small. Generosity. Genuine interest. Warm hearts. All this makes everything worthwhile.
