Today is a day for favorites. Why? We are going to a really nice restaurant tonight that just happens to be my favorite. Well, one of them. We are headed to Dierdorf and Hart's. http://www.dierdorfharts.com/
Why do I love it?? They have the best steaks. Terrific vegetables. Nice atmosphere. Amazing desserts.
I have favorites of everything. And if I don't, I always figure out what is my favorite. Such as, my favorite nail polish is Dutch Tulips by OPI. I have a favorite lipstick, a favorite pair of shoes, a favorite pair of earrings, a favorite coffee cup, a favorite song, a favorite movie, and the list goes on. You get the idea.
Hubby on the other hand, has no favorites. He is hard pressed to even come up with a color. But I have finally nailed him down to "gray." It only took 5 years of constant asking to get him to admit he likes a color that most people don't even notice!
How can this be? How can you not have strong opinions, emotions or feelings about things?
So I am doing a theme today. All my blogs are getting my "favorites" posted according to what they are about. I think I'll do favorite dive spots and favorite dive gear for the scuba spot, and I will post my all time favorite pics on the photo site.
Here? Well this spot is about everything and anything.
Hubby just read this and of course tells me I am nuts. To prove a point he pointed to my hot rollers and said, "Okay, which one of these is your favorite?" Well of course it's the second to smallest size rollers. That was just way too easy. But he was highly surprised I had one. And yes, I had even thought about it before he just asked. See? I have favorites for everything.
And YOU are one of my favorites - cause you read my posts! :)
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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Favorite Stuff
Today is a day for favorites. Why? We are going to a really nice restaurant tonight that just happens to be my favorite. Well, one of them. We are headed to Dierdorf and Hart's. http://www.dierdorfharts.com/
Why do I love it?? They have the best steaks. Terrific vegetables. Nice atmosphere. Amazing desserts.
I have favorites of everything. And if I don't, I always figure out what is my favorite. Such as, my favorite nail polish is Dutch Tulips by OPI. I have a favorite lipstick, a favorite pair of shoes, a favorite pair of earrings, a favorite coffee cup, a favorite song, a favorite movie, and the list goes on. You get the idea.
Hubby on the other hand, has no favorites. He is hard pressed to even come up with a color. But I have finally nailed him down to "gray." It only took 5 years of constant asking to get him to admit he likes a color that most people don't even notice!
How can this be? How can you not have strong opinions, emotions or feelings about things?
So I am doing a theme today. All my blogs are getting my "favorites" posted according to what they are about. I think I'll do favorite dive spots and favorite dive gear for the scuba spot, and I will post my all time favorite pics on the photo site.
Here? Well this spot is about everything and anything.
Hubby just read this and of course tells me I am nuts. To prove a point he pointed to my hot rollers and said, "Okay, which one of these is your favorite?" Well of course it's the second to smallest size rollers. That was just way too easy. But he was highly surprised I had one. And yes, I had even thought about it before he just asked. See? I have favorites for everything.
And YOU are one of my favorites - cause you read my posts! :)
Why do I love it?? They have the best steaks. Terrific vegetables. Nice atmosphere. Amazing desserts.
I have favorites of everything. And if I don't, I always figure out what is my favorite. Such as, my favorite nail polish is Dutch Tulips by OPI. I have a favorite lipstick, a favorite pair of shoes, a favorite pair of earrings, a favorite coffee cup, a favorite song, a favorite movie, and the list goes on. You get the idea.
Hubby on the other hand, has no favorites. He is hard pressed to even come up with a color. But I have finally nailed him down to "gray." It only took 5 years of constant asking to get him to admit he likes a color that most people don't even notice!
How can this be? How can you not have strong opinions, emotions or feelings about things?
So I am doing a theme today. All my blogs are getting my "favorites" posted according to what they are about. I think I'll do favorite dive spots and favorite dive gear for the scuba spot, and I will post my all time favorite pics on the photo site.
Here? Well this spot is about everything and anything.
Hubby just read this and of course tells me I am nuts. To prove a point he pointed to my hot rollers and said, "Okay, which one of these is your favorite?" Well of course it's the second to smallest size rollers. That was just way too easy. But he was highly surprised I had one. And yes, I had even thought about it before he just asked. See? I have favorites for everything.
And YOU are one of my favorites - cause you read my posts! :)
Monday, February 16, 2009
Beeper, the bird who proved the saying
Have you ever noticed how many bird sayings there are?? The early bird gets the worm, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, etc. Why is this?
Anyway, I got sidetracked. I am here today to tell you the story of Beeper. Beeper was a little zebra finch I had. He was named by my hubby, who has names for everything (see older post). He got his name because he beeped a lot. On early sunny mornings he had another name, which I won't put here (trying to keep it clean folks ;). Beeper even had a wife later on in life - Mrs. Beeper. And they had babies, and the one we ended up keeping was, yes, you guessed it, Baby Beeper.
But none of this matters. The story is starting to get lost, so I will now begin.
Beeper spent his summers in a cage on the back deck. He loved it out there. Other birds would often come land on his cage and chat with him. Sometimes they would eat some of his millet that was hanging on the side. He was a very tiny bird and even the smallest of wild birds were like giants to him.
One day Beeper found out he could slide through the bars of his cage. I chased him around the backyard trees for hours with a butterfly net and a towel (how I usually caught him inside). He wasn't a good flier because he hadn't had much practice. But he was getting it now.
For three days, I couldn't catch him. He stayed nearby though and I could hear him taunting me and beeping while I laid their sunbathing.
On the fourth day, I heard the familiar beep once again. It sounded close. Really close.
No lie, he was in his cage.
He had come back. (I guess hunger and fear beat him and we had left the cage propped open just in case this kinda thing might happen.)
And believe it or not, this very same thing happened the next summer when hubby "accidentally" (so he says - we had been having lots of sunny early mornings) left the cage door open.
So twice he was "let free" and twice he came back. I guess he loved me after all :)
As an extra side note lesson of the day, all my pictures of Beeper were on my computer. The computer died (and so has Beeper) and I didn't have an external hard drive at the time. Hence, I have no pictures of this wonderful little bird.
Anyway, I got sidetracked. I am here today to tell you the story of Beeper. Beeper was a little zebra finch I had. He was named by my hubby, who has names for everything (see older post). He got his name because he beeped a lot. On early sunny mornings he had another name, which I won't put here (trying to keep it clean folks ;). Beeper even had a wife later on in life - Mrs. Beeper. And they had babies, and the one we ended up keeping was, yes, you guessed it, Baby Beeper.
But none of this matters. The story is starting to get lost, so I will now begin.
Beeper spent his summers in a cage on the back deck. He loved it out there. Other birds would often come land on his cage and chat with him. Sometimes they would eat some of his millet that was hanging on the side. He was a very tiny bird and even the smallest of wild birds were like giants to him.
One day Beeper found out he could slide through the bars of his cage. I chased him around the backyard trees for hours with a butterfly net and a towel (how I usually caught him inside). He wasn't a good flier because he hadn't had much practice. But he was getting it now.
For three days, I couldn't catch him. He stayed nearby though and I could hear him taunting me and beeping while I laid their sunbathing.
On the fourth day, I heard the familiar beep once again. It sounded close. Really close.
No lie, he was in his cage.
He had come back. (I guess hunger and fear beat him and we had left the cage propped open just in case this kinda thing might happen.)
And believe it or not, this very same thing happened the next summer when hubby "accidentally" (so he says - we had been having lots of sunny early mornings) left the cage door open.
So twice he was "let free" and twice he came back. I guess he loved me after all :)
As an extra side note lesson of the day, all my pictures of Beeper were on my computer. The computer died (and so has Beeper) and I didn't have an external hard drive at the time. Hence, I have no pictures of this wonderful little bird.
Beeper, the bird who proved the saying
Have you ever noticed how many bird sayings there are?? The early bird gets the worm, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, etc. Why is this?
Anyway, I got sidetracked. I am here today to tell you the story of Beeper. Beeper was a little zebra finch I had. He was named by my hubby, who has names for everything (see older post). He got his name because he beeped a lot. On early sunny mornings he had another name, which I won't put here (trying to keep it clean folks ;). Beeper even had a wife later on in life - Mrs. Beeper. And they had babies, and the one we ended up keeping was, yes, you guessed it, Baby Beeper.
But none of this matters. The story is starting to get lost, so I will now begin.
Beeper spent his summers in a cage on the back deck. He loved it out there. Other birds would often come land on his cage and chat with him. Sometimes they would eat some of his millet that was hanging on the side. He was a very tiny bird and even the smallest of wild birds were like giants to him.
One day Beeper found out he could slide through the bars of his cage. I chased him around the backyard trees for hours with a butterfly net and a towel (how I usually caught him inside). He wasn't a good flier because he hadn't had much practice. But he was getting it now.
For three days, I couldn't catch him. He stayed nearby though and I could hear him taunting me and beeping while I laid their sunbathing.
On the fourth day, I heard the familiar beep once again. It sounded close. Really close.
No lie, he was in his cage.
He had come back. (I guess hunger and fear beat him and we had left the cage propped open just in case this kinda thing might happen.)
And believe it or not, this very same thing happened the next summer when hubby "accidentally" (so he says - we had been having lots of sunny early mornings) left the cage door open.
So twice he was "let free" and twice he came back. I guess he loved me after all :)
As an extra side note lesson of the day, all my pictures of Beeper were on my computer. The computer died (and so has Beeper) and I didn't have an external hard drive at the time. Hence, I have no pictures of this wonderful little bird.
Anyway, I got sidetracked. I am here today to tell you the story of Beeper. Beeper was a little zebra finch I had. He was named by my hubby, who has names for everything (see older post). He got his name because he beeped a lot. On early sunny mornings he had another name, which I won't put here (trying to keep it clean folks ;). Beeper even had a wife later on in life - Mrs. Beeper. And they had babies, and the one we ended up keeping was, yes, you guessed it, Baby Beeper.
But none of this matters. The story is starting to get lost, so I will now begin.
Beeper spent his summers in a cage on the back deck. He loved it out there. Other birds would often come land on his cage and chat with him. Sometimes they would eat some of his millet that was hanging on the side. He was a very tiny bird and even the smallest of wild birds were like giants to him.
One day Beeper found out he could slide through the bars of his cage. I chased him around the backyard trees for hours with a butterfly net and a towel (how I usually caught him inside). He wasn't a good flier because he hadn't had much practice. But he was getting it now.
For three days, I couldn't catch him. He stayed nearby though and I could hear him taunting me and beeping while I laid their sunbathing.
On the fourth day, I heard the familiar beep once again. It sounded close. Really close.
No lie, he was in his cage.
He had come back. (I guess hunger and fear beat him and we had left the cage propped open just in case this kinda thing might happen.)
And believe it or not, this very same thing happened the next summer when hubby "accidentally" (so he says - we had been having lots of sunny early mornings) left the cage door open.
So twice he was "let free" and twice he came back. I guess he loved me after all :)
As an extra side note lesson of the day, all my pictures of Beeper were on my computer. The computer died (and so has Beeper) and I didn't have an external hard drive at the time. Hence, I have no pictures of this wonderful little bird.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Whoopee!
We had our Valentine party at school today because the kids have a day off tomorrow (grade recording day).
They played Valentine bingo. Everyone got three prizes a piece (they played until everyone won).
Some of the "prizes" were whoopee cushions. The kids had so much fun with them! Go buy one if you haven't had one in awhile. Nothing says love like a good joke with a whoopee cushion!
Whoopee!
We had our Valentine party at school today because the kids have a day off tomorrow (grade recording day).
They played Valentine bingo. Everyone got three prizes a piece (they played until everyone won).
Some of the "prizes" were whoopee cushions. The kids had so much fun with them! Go buy one if you haven't had one in awhile. Nothing says love like a good joke with a whoopee cushion!
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