Too Wonderful

Probably only read this if you're a chick... My torso is abnormally long. Robby and I laugh each time he attempts to slap my butt, he never fails to hit my lower back. Just looking at me you would think I have legs for days, but they’re actually quite short and nothing to write home about. Which brings me to why I titled this blog “Thong be gone”. For many years I only wore thongs (please stop reading now if you don’t want to hear more about thong wearing, the trials a tribulations of a long torso, and why I own zero thongs at this point) because I actually liked them. Thongs were the only undies that didn't give me atrocious pantie lines due to my lower than average butt placement.  You wouldn't catch me wearing white AND granny panties. But this is similar to what I might have looked like without a thong I feel it is important that you know I never, ever looked like this. Come on girls, this is always fixable and hardly ever an accident. So gross! ...

"No matter what his rank or position may be, the lover of books is the richest and the happiest of the children of men."  - J.A. Langford It is difficult to answer someone when they ask “Who's your favorite band?” Even worse “What’s your favorite book?” I refuse to choose a favorite musician or favorite author. I feel as though I would be doing myself a disservice. Here are just a few I cherish and tend to reread.  Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin - Do not see the movie. I have not, but it cannot be better than this read. If you have lived in or visited the great city of New York, or have ever been annoyingly, everlastingly in love, Helprin does not disappoint.  The Screwtape Letters/Mere Christianity/Surprised by Joy by  C.S. Lewis- Lewis is one of my favorite authors. Not only because he is absolutely brilliant with words, but because he appeals to all walks of faith. While reading his works you lose yourself in the poetry and forg...

So many of us vow never to become our parents.  We promise ourselves we’ll be better. We’ll do things differently.  It seems to be part of growing up to believe you are wiser than the people who clothed you, sent you to school, fed you, hugged you, spanked you, and loved you the best way they knew how.  The sad truth is that so many children live in homes with no love or support.  Some kids have not known parental love. I've only been doing this whole “mom” bit for 9 months.  There is no way I am( or ever will be) an expert.  I luckily have quite the example in my parents.   My father is a maintenance man and has been for over 30 years.  My mother worked the graveyard shift when we were little.  She was home when we woke up, there to pick us up from school, made and served dinner, put us to bed, THEN went to work.  Mom and Dad made it happen.  Not only did they provide wonderfully, they loved us. They loved us. ...

On a leisurely stroll to Sweetness 7 yesterday I was elated to come across the full circle.  Honestly I was a bit embarrassed at just how excited I became.  Miles doesn't seem to understand when I suddenly stop the stroller, drop the leash, quietly talk to myself, and stare at the ground.  Here it is, in all it's complete glory.  You're welcome- HA! The walk home brought even more discoveries.  From what I've read there are over 2000 of these markers and they reside on about 250 streets.  The bulk of them are on Buffalo's west side.  We were further west yesterday so it makes perfect sense we found new plates.   I just love these!  They are such an amazing piece of history.  Thinking I might make a collage to frame and hang in the apartment.  Look at me being all crafty and stuff:)

Buffalo’s west side is gorgeous. The houses have wonderful character and no two are exactly alike.   The place we are renting now was built in 1890.  When you first walk in you may experience a bit of vertigo as over the years it’s begun to slouch.  Seriously, put a marble in my kitchen and it rolls directly to the front porch.  Miles, Leo, and I go on two or three long walks a day.  On one of our very first, I promised myself I would take photos of the steel markers in the sidewalks and make some sort of art out of them. I am not very artsy fartsy but we have decent camera that’s been sitting unused so we went out the other day and made some “art”.  My hope was to give you a historic blurb on each marker, sadly there  is not a wealth of information out there.  The plates date between 1885 and were used by cement paving companies through the 1920s.  "Our studies of the local sidewalk pavement industry have not yet turn...

Our breaks went out last week and the car was in the shop over the weekend.  My parents rock and mom made sure we got to Target on Saturday for baby formula, supplies for Leo the dog, Drano, and other non-necessity items that I thought we just had to have.  That always happens to me at Target!  Dad was kind enough to drive me to the shop to pick the fixed car up and while I was in the hood I figured I’d invite myself over for dinner at my sisters.  No shame!  And no groceries! The kids greeted me in their usual adorable way and we hung out for a bit before dinner was ready.  Delicious chicken burritos were on the menu and served on the back porch.  Theresa was leaving soon for a meeting at her kids school so she caught up a bit with her hubby while we ate.  Sadly, one of her friends recently miscarried and she let Russ know quietly.  Aaron has super hearing so he immediately asked “what was that mom, what happened?!”  Theresa, in h...