Final Plea

I marching for Maddie again this year at the March of Dimes' March for Babies. The walk is this weekend and I'm $160 short of my goal. Please donate in Maddie's honor if you can. March for Maddie '09 XOXO

Does PostSecret Ever Make You Cry?

This secret from last week's PostSecret post broke my heart and brought tears to my eyes:



I don't want to think about living in a world where either of my parents does not exist... but when their time comes, I hope we will have many adventures in my dreams and that I will never be truly without them.


<3

Emo ghosts?

The other day I had the urge to put on some music while we were in the midst of our usual rush-around-to-get-out-door morning routine. I opened i-tunes and put on something lively (Miley Cyrus may have been involved. Oh, the shame!) and continued getting ready for work. Right before the song ended, the sounds of Dashboard Confessional flooded my home. I froze with makeup brush in hand. Of course, I immediately jump to the conclusion that there is a very emo ghost around determined to impose its musical tastes upon me. Now, I wasn't all that concerned because there are worst kinds of ghosts you could have--like maybe a ghosts who like to listen to Danny Gokey, The Beastie Boys, or Creed. Still, I had to investigate.

Andrew was downstairs (ironing! yes, my husband does that) and as far as I can tell, Luke hasn't figured out how to manipulate the computer yet. I was befuddled and slightly freaked out.

Relief rushed over me when I realized the song had been changed with Andrew's remote feature on his iphone from the basement. And yes, he was trying to scare me intentionally. (Because that's what people who love each other do, right? At least, that's what we do in our house. I don't know how you people express your affections, but would love to be enlightened.)







BOO!