I'm looking at my sweet house...so many memories here. I remember the day we found our house. Our Realtor told us "It can take up to 6 months to find a house..." We were in the car and were exhausted -- and had been looking all day. We sat in the street for a few moments and I can't remember who said -- lets just go look. We went inside and immediately we LOVED IT. Beautiful floors, the kitchen was fabulous, high ceilings and even a basement for my husband. (HE LOVES BASEMENTS) We stopped looking and made an offer. Mags learned to walk in that house...Molly drew masterpieces....we played...We love our neighbors...We grilled out...we had parties...Our friends and family came over. My husband brought me there when we first got married...so many moments.
I'm sad today. I know that our new house will hold many memories just like this one. But...well you know...its just not the same on this side of things. I know in my head that one day I'll bring my children by our house and say "That is mine and your Daddy's first house we bought..." and I won't be sad but the urge to go inside will be overwhelming. I know that the memories aren't in my house they are in my head -- and that I just take those with me. I know if my sister is reading this she is going to smack me and say "get over it"...
HA ok that made me laugh.
Remember: Its people that make memories...not things.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Brown Boxes Everywhere!
We're moving!!!
There is a brown box in every space of my house. If you pack me and my husband up in a brown box we fit in exactly 89 boxes of various sizes. Yesterday, I stayed away from the packing simply because I'm obsessed with organization. I told my co-workers I didn't want to stick around and watch me become unorganized in one day. I come home and everything is BEAUTIFULLY labled -- and the Labels are OUT. I'm so excited.
It is a GREAT Day!
Remember: Labels out!
There is a brown box in every space of my house. If you pack me and my husband up in a brown box we fit in exactly 89 boxes of various sizes. Yesterday, I stayed away from the packing simply because I'm obsessed with organization. I told my co-workers I didn't want to stick around and watch me become unorganized in one day. I come home and everything is BEAUTIFULLY labled -- and the Labels are OUT. I'm so excited.
It is a GREAT Day!
Remember: Labels out!
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
1945
He was coming home.
It had been a long 4 years. Molly had waited for what seemed like eternity on him to write to her and say he was on his way. She had been married only two months when her Adam was taken away. To Germany, to Russia, to who knows where. She loves to remember the way they met...the night they fell in love.... Her friends from school had convinced her to attend a dance the college was having for the soldiers about to be sent off to war. Reluctantly, she borrowed a pink dress from a friend and tagged along. Standing off to the side not paying attention to the conversations, she had noticed him looking at her from across the room. He was so handsome with his dark hair and dark mysterious eyes. She smiled at him shyly, but it was a magnet attraction that drew him to her side. The band began to play a slow song and his first words to her were a breathy "Dance with me..." as he held out his calloused hand. Molly took it and her heart raced...
"Remember the night we fell in love...." is how the song went. She hears it in her head as if it were playing on a record player in front of her. The sweet song by Irving Berlin. They danced many more times that night and he walked her back to her dorm. They walked along the shore where the water was clear as an aquarium and you could see the reflection of the moon dancing on the surface. He held her hand and kissed her at her door. Everyone thought they were crazy when they married a month later. But she loved him and she knew in her mind she had to. She would love him forever. Then he was sent away.....
She straightens her dress and checks her hair in the mirror. Before she goes outside and sits on the front porch to wait she makes sure everything is perfect. She holds his last letter and reads it once more for assurance.
Dearest Molly,
I am coming home. This war is finally releasing its grip on our lives and I will be with you soon. I miss you so much and cannot wait to hold you in my arms. They say I will arrive on the 14th of July. Just one month more and we will be together again. I don't have much time to write because the mail is going out now but they are holding it for us to write our letters home and tell our wonderful news. I love you so much.
Faithfully Yours,
Adam
P.S. I hope your strawberries are good this year. I can already taste them...I dream of them...of you.
P.P.S. I love you.
P.P.P.S I LOVE YOU!
She doesn't recognize the black car that pulls up to her small farmhouse drive. Slowly she stands and sees the two men get out of their car. They walk up to her and begin to speak...
"Molly Kincaid?"
"Yes?"
The other gentleman comes to stand by her side as if he is going to catch her...suddenly she knew -- her Adam was gone....
"We regret to inform you...."
He was coming home.
It had been a long 4 years. Molly had waited for what seemed like eternity on him to write to her and say he was on his way. She had been married only two months when her Adam was taken away. To Germany, to Russia, to who knows where. She loves to remember the way they met...the night they fell in love.... Her friends from school had convinced her to attend a dance the college was having for the soldiers about to be sent off to war. Reluctantly, she borrowed a pink dress from a friend and tagged along. Standing off to the side not paying attention to the conversations, she had noticed him looking at her from across the room. He was so handsome with his dark hair and dark mysterious eyes. She smiled at him shyly, but it was a magnet attraction that drew him to her side. The band began to play a slow song and his first words to her were a breathy "Dance with me..." as he held out his calloused hand. Molly took it and her heart raced...
"Remember the night we fell in love...." is how the song went. She hears it in her head as if it were playing on a record player in front of her. The sweet song by Irving Berlin. They danced many more times that night and he walked her back to her dorm. They walked along the shore where the water was clear as an aquarium and you could see the reflection of the moon dancing on the surface. He held her hand and kissed her at her door. Everyone thought they were crazy when they married a month later. But she loved him and she knew in her mind she had to. She would love him forever. Then he was sent away.....
She straightens her dress and checks her hair in the mirror. Before she goes outside and sits on the front porch to wait she makes sure everything is perfect. She holds his last letter and reads it once more for assurance.
Dearest Molly,
I am coming home. This war is finally releasing its grip on our lives and I will be with you soon. I miss you so much and cannot wait to hold you in my arms. They say I will arrive on the 14th of July. Just one month more and we will be together again. I don't have much time to write because the mail is going out now but they are holding it for us to write our letters home and tell our wonderful news. I love you so much.
Faithfully Yours,
Adam
P.S. I hope your strawberries are good this year. I can already taste them...I dream of them...of you.
P.P.S. I love you.
P.P.P.S I LOVE YOU!
She doesn't recognize the black car that pulls up to her small farmhouse drive. Slowly she stands and sees the two men get out of their car. They walk up to her and begin to speak...
"Molly Kincaid?"
"Yes?"
The other gentleman comes to stand by her side as if he is going to catch her...suddenly she knew -- her Adam was gone....
"We regret to inform you...."
Monday, May 9, 2005
Fruit Pizza
This is a GREAT recipe....my sister has been making it for a while.
What you need:
1 disposable pizza pan
pam cooking spray
1 roll of sugar cookie dough
1 12oz thingy of coolwhip
1 box of cream cheese
1 can of cherry pie filling
1 carton of strawberries
1 carton of blueberries or other fruits of choice
Take your disposable pizza pan and spray it with Pam cooking spray.
Roll out your sugar cookie dough like a pizza crust
Bake as directed until cookie is done
Let "crust" cool
Top with cream cheese, then coolwhip, then cherry pie filling.
Cut up strawberries like pepperonis
Top with strawberries, blueberries, etc. (obviously apples and bananas will brown)
Enjoy or Refridgerate!
Remember: There is only one you. How will you be remembered?
What you need:
1 disposable pizza pan
pam cooking spray
1 roll of sugar cookie dough
1 12oz thingy of coolwhip
1 box of cream cheese
1 can of cherry pie filling
1 carton of strawberries
1 carton of blueberries or other fruits of choice
Take your disposable pizza pan and spray it with Pam cooking spray.
Roll out your sugar cookie dough like a pizza crust
Bake as directed until cookie is done
Let "crust" cool
Top with cream cheese, then coolwhip, then cherry pie filling.
Cut up strawberries like pepperonis
Top with strawberries, blueberries, etc. (obviously apples and bananas will brown)
Enjoy or Refridgerate!
Remember: There is only one you. How will you be remembered?
Sunday, May 8, 2005
My Space
Shut the door
This is my space
I love it here
A peaceful place
When left open
Bad things came in
Now the horrible dream
Won't ever end
Just one moment
O please hit rewind
and I will go back
to a happier time...
Remember: Clean out the lint thingy on your dryer.
This is my space
I love it here
A peaceful place
When left open
Bad things came in
Now the horrible dream
Won't ever end
Just one moment
O please hit rewind
and I will go back
to a happier time...
Remember: Clean out the lint thingy on your dryer.
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