Someday

I would love to have a library like Belle -
(as a child, that was my dream -)

or, to be more realistic,
less selfish,
and more practical,

something like this will do :

(as long as there's a ladder)

Just a Tree

(PS This is not the tree in my story. But I love this tree, too)

I know it's just a tree.

It's the tree that Austin walked right over. Between his legs. It was just a newborn then. Too small to see, but not too small to hurt (unfortunately for Austin).

It's the tree that saw us pull a prank on Dave. and the tree that let him rest his hand on it, while he was deciding who to yell at first.

It's the tree that saw the singing boys, the ball of yarn, the cat, and all of the other funny dance pranks.

It's the tree that saw the best (and worst) of door step scenes.

It's the tree that saw a nervous boy's first kiss.

It's the tree that has seen tears.

It's the tree that sees the excitement of reunions of nephews, sisters, parents, and grandparents.

It's the tree that has overheard many many many conversations.

It's the tree that sees a black hyundai elantra full of laundry every couple of weeks.

I'm excited to see that tree.

I know that it's just a tree.

But, It's the tree that welcomes me home.

TV 24/7

It drives me crazy.
Our TV is on all of the time.
And not on anything good, but our TV spends most of it's time
on Disney Channel, Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network.
And whenever I want a turn to watch something that I recorded.

I can't.
Because it's already on and being used.

She drives me crazy.