Well, for those of you who’ve been keeping tabs (although bittersweet, I don’t think there are that many of you) I’ve missed a few days. I could go on about why I’ve been neglecting my blogging duties, but the mundane drivel of my everyday existence may bore you to tears. Regardless, today’s prompt was, “mailbox”.
As if the universe knew I needed some inspiration for this post in order to set me back on track, I opened my mailbox to find two very exciting packages. The packages were identical with the exception of their addressees. One was addressed to Doug, and the other to Jillian. Inside were my beloved family members’ brand new passports. Eek!
Okay, that may not seem very exciting, but I am very much looking forward to our travel plans this summer. I will be traveling to Ireland for the Spalding University Low-Residency MFA program and Doug and Jillian will be joining me after my classes are finished. Neither of them have ever been overseas, and I can’t wait to show them one of my favorite places in the world… The Emerald Isle. Talking Doug into this trip wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, and he’s still not crazy about staying as long as we are, but I am confident that once he is there he will be very happy he decided to go.
So, in the mailbox today was the first stepping stone along the path that will lead (push) my “happy to go to Gatlinburg every summer” hubby across the pond (no disrespect toward Gatlinburg intended, I do love the Smokies). Now I just have to hope he falls in love with the country as easily as I have.
I mean, come on, who couldn’t love this:
Slàinte, my friends!
I decided to combine these two prompts because they seem to go hand in hand. My mother has rejoiced in my happiness and helped wipe away my tears, making her inextricably linked to my smiles, and since today is Mother’s Day, it seemed like a perfect fit.
I chose this picture because it captured a wonderful moment in time this afternoon. We had lunch at The Claddagh Irish Pub where they were having a special Mother’s Day buffet. It was delicious and spending the afternoon with my family was a wonderful bonus.
Happy Mother’s Day to all those hard working moms out there. I hope you have had a day full of love and appreciation that will carry you through until next Mother’s Day! 😉
Until next time!
I’m killing two birds with one stone today. I neglected my blogging duties yesterday in order to attend to my teaching duties at last night’s Make It, Take It opportunity for our school’s second graders. But I am back at it tonight and rolling two prompts into one for your reading pleasure. 🙂
Yesterday’s prompt was shapes, so the snack I chose for today’s prompt is filled with lovely little squares. I always loved squares (I really am kidding) and candy is one of the best places to find them (true, but weird). These chocolatey delicious squares belong to an Anthony-Thomas Crispy Crunch fundraising bar. I think just about every student I have is selling these for some club or sport right now. This one came from one of my dear friends, and fellow teacher, who keeps her daughter’s stash in her classroom. Much too handy for me to pass up. Thank goodness she’s almost out!
Until tomorrow, my friends.
FUR! It happens to be one of my favorite wardrobe accessories. I’m rarely seen without at least a tuft or two dangling from my pant legs. The fur in this photo belongs to one of our two dogs, Colby Jack. His yellow fur makes him an oddball in the world of Miniature Australian Shepherds, but once I saw his picture, I had to bring him home. He brings me lots of joy and has provided endless moments of laughter in the past few years. Of course, dog fur isn’t the only type of fur you might find on my clothing. I’ve been known to sport horse fur, cat fur, and rabbit fur on occasion as well. Thanks goodness Doug and Jillian aren’t allergic to my furry friends!!
Broken… in my home, what isn’t broken? We live in a circa 1890’s farmhouse in need of lots of improvements. For today’s photo, I chose this porcelain doorknob which I bought as a replacement for one of our doors. Sadly, it has never made it to its destination.
The doorknob isn’t the only occasion of brokenness in my century-old home. We have a portion of our hallway that needs either new plaster or drywall. Right now it is beautifully exposed lath board. That’s all the rage on the home improvement shows, I’m sure!
The funny thing is, beyond the broken plaster, cracking walls, and ill-fitting doorknobs, nothing about my home is broken. I have the most wonderful husband a girl could ask for. He willingly puts up with my traveling, writing, studying, animal adopting, and complaining (not necessarily in that order) and somehow loves me in spite of my downfalls. My daughter Jillian is the most precious little girl I could ever want. I marvel at her sweetness and unrestricted aspirations daily. So even though the walls of my home may need repair, the love that is inside remains wholly intact. What more could I ask for?