This is a day late because I fooled myself with “I’ll do it after the kids are asleep.”
And her name is Carol, but she is Aunt Corky to me.
Caring nurse and doggy mother
Original Trekker who took me to my first convention
Really good at jigsaw puzzles
Kind of in love with my kids and nephew
Y would I not love her a lot!
Thanks for having a short name!
Enthusiastically befriended a bunch of crazy Greeks
Recognizes the need mothers sometimes have for several bottles of wine
Ignores my less than stellar housekeeping when she visits
Never underestimates the healing power of anything that is mostly sugar
I had two birthdays this week that I didn’t get to write for, my wonderful aunt and my cheeky nephew.
Honestly, the best teacher I know
Authentic in all she undertakes
Newbie to the iPhone but learning quickly
Aunt and nouna to all
Happy enough to make you happy just seeing him
All the cheeks belong to him
Rambunctious doesn’t begin to describe it
Language skills, yo
Happy Birthday to my MIL!
Baking a lot of things chocolate
Always being “right”
Religious in that non-judgmental way
Bargain shopper who benefits all
Anything can be done on a sewing machine
Right handed (Repeat letters are hard.)
Yeah, haikus were hard, yo. So I’m going elementary school this year.
Just my perfect match
Overly enthusiastic about workouts
Happy eating sushi
Two rules to live by
Movie quotes can explain all
Then make a mix tape
Beard before the damn hipsters
Perfect grilled turkey
Sorry, I’m a day late with this one. Blame the calendar elves.
Kids and beer brewing
The science of happiness
Or something like that
It does seem to me
That being from Iowa
Makes a weather geek
Sometime back in September (or thereabouts) all four of us were in the
trusty mini van, driving along a route we take often. (Yes, it is the way from our house to Target and Starbucks, what of it?) Anyway, we turn a corner and to the right are recently harvested cornfields, split by a line of large trees, just changing colors and starting to lose their leaves. At this point on this particular trip, CJ starts proclaiming loudly that the trees are walking. He is pointing out the window and exclaiming, “Look, walking trees!” He is not proclaiming this is a happy way. These are not friendly Ents to CJ’s estimation. They have a dark purpose. John and I look over, trying to figure out what he is seeing, assuming it is just an optical illusion since we are in motion.
Then CJ insists they are gone, having disappeared into the distant copse of trees.
To this day we are clueless as to what he actually saw, but he still insists that the walking trees with a dark purpose exist and are lurking whenever we drive to Target. Or Starbucks. Which maybe a lot. Ahem.
So walking trees, people. And not the friendly Treebeard. Nope, the angry Orthanc destroying Ents.
Just remember that before you light your Yule logs.