Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Where-in I call 911

It's almost 4th of July, which means all the boys around this neighborhood buy a gazillion fireworks and light them day and night. Sunday morning, (o.k. it was almost noon), I went out to set up my bike trailer/jogging stroller to take a walk. As I was about to attach the handle for pushing the stroller I turned and saw flames in the pine trees just east of my house. Then I remembered my three week old infant inside the house and started to panic. What if the flames spread and I had to flee my residence. I won't be able to put out the fire myself. Then I realized I better call the fire department because my little garden hose if not going to reach the flames. I got out the phone book but couldn't find a number for just the fire department and did I mention I was panicking a little? I decided I better just call 911.
Then a helicopter came with a bright orange bucket dangling underneath, the fire truck, ambulance, and hot shot crew. It was quite the morning and that walk I was going to take... just forget about it.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

True Measure of a Man

When I first met DH he had this weathered, relic of a book he found at a second hand store called, Elbert Hubbard's Scrap Book. He would put little stars or x's next to the quotes and stories that were his favorite. This quote from W.C. Brann is one of his favorite.

The place to take the true measure of a man is not in the darkest place or in the amen corner, nor the cornfield, but by his own fireside. There he lays aside his mask and you may learn whether he is an imp or an angel, cur or king, hero or humbug. I care not what the world says of him: whether it crowns him boss or pelts him with bad eggs. I care not a copper what his reputation or religion may be: if his babies dread his homecoming and his better half swallows her heart every time she has to ask him for a five-dollar bill, he is a fraud of the first water, even though he prays night and morning until he is black in the face and howls hallelujah until he shakes the eternal hills. But if his children rush to the front door to meet him and Love's sunshine illuminates the face of his wife every time she hears his footfall, you can take it for granted that he is pure, for his home is a heaven- and the humbug never gets that near the great white throne of God. He may be a rank atheist and a red-flag anarchist, a Mormon or a mugwump he may buy votes in blocks of five, and bet on the elections; he may deal 'em from the bottom of the deck and drink beer until he can't tell a silver dollar from a circular saw, and still be an infinitely better man than the cowardly little humbug who is all suavity in society but who makes home a hell, who vents upon the helpless heads of his wife and children an ill nature he would inflict on his fellow men but dares not. I can forgive much in that fellow mortal who would rather make men swear than women weep; who would rather have the hate of the whole world than the contempt of his wife; who would rather call anger to the eyes of a king than fear to the face of a child- "A Man's Real Measure," by W.C. Brann

Happy Fathers Day!
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Sweet Pea

We have added another sweet pea to our pod. The gals at my work threw me a surprise baby shower. Boy, was I surprised! This is my third girl and I have saved all my favorite baby items, so I wasn't expecting a shower, but it was fun and very thoughtful. It really is nice to work with such creative, caring people. They told me I needed to come sign some paper in this other room. But, behold when I opened the door they really just wanted me to eat cake.
This is the festive diaper cake they made for the baby. I assure you these diapers will be put to good use. Nothing like a newborn to suck you high and dry.

Drum roll please.....

The newest pea to the pod.
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