Zero To Funny In Two Minutes - Today's Friday Funny

Watch and Laugh Out Loud.

One of the best 2 minutes on TV -- today's  Friday Funny, Courtesy of The Mayor of Crazy Town, my first and my forever Canadian Bloggy Crush.

She is the best. She's been busy with life, and I miss her. Now, click and watch...you won't regret it.

Love you, T.

T minus 13 Hours and Counting

 
 T minus is used to mark the beginning of  launch time.

Things that happen in t-plus time have to do with where you are in orbit around the Earth, and when rockets fire, and when a rocket hits q-max and stuff. Things that happen in t-minus time are prep things.*  The rocket isn't going anywhere, but you have to finish filling the tanks of liquid fuel, load the astronauts, do launch checks, and these have a schedule relative to the launch time.

*Prep Things:

Decorate the house
Make the cake
Wrap the Gifts
Sign the cards
Set the table
Pick up the party balloons
Hang streamers outside of his bedroom door
Shop for the Birthday Dinner
Try to get him to go to bed tonight

It is Baby E's birthday tomorrow, and he insists on his birthday beginning at sunrise.

Like I said, T minus 13 hours.
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It would be so awesome if you stopped over tomorrow, THURSDAY, and left Baby E your birthday wishes.

Thank you!

It's Everywhere - Baby E Post

This week's Baby E post turned out to be such a sweet surprise of fun. Melt my heart and fill my eyes with hot tears fun.

There is a meme circulating that is truly original, and not a pain in the rectum with rules.Wombat Central (you'll love her) tagged me for this meme, and I am so grateful.

The meme is this: You ask your child to draw a picture of you. Wombat's take was HIGHlarious. Then post it on your blog.

Baby E's rendition of me, just left me verklempt. [Thank you, Wombat, for prompting such a magic moment]

"This is you, mama, because you're always laughing at what I say."

Oh, the heavens opened up and poured down upon me today. If this woman that is all head with an open laughing mouth will be his memory of me, then I have surpassed any ideals I had set for myself as a parent.

Never mind that my eyes aren't a hint of blue.
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*you should all try this. How your children draw you is so much more than just a physical representation*
**and no smart ass remarks to take away the beauty of this meme. you know who you are**

Here's what you do:

• Ask your child to draw a picture of you. It doesn’t matter how old they are…
• Post the picture on your blog
• Call it the ‘This is Me Meme’
• Go here and add your cartoon likeness to the linky.

Sunday Best - Blessedness

Beethoven Lives Upstairs

A little background info. about me: I grew up with no music lessons, piano, dance, art, etc., or any enrichment otherwise.  This next posting is, to me, evidence of the surprising beauty that one gets gifted with in life. Just as there are many downs in our lives, there are also tremendous ups. Given my childhood environment, it is amazing to me--beyond my imagination amazing -- that I am able to post something such as this. Please, I hope you don't see it as bragging as much as it is -- for me-- awe coupled with sheer grateful disbelief, though it stares me right in the eyes. Yes, parts of my life have been very, very hard: but I have emerged with such blessings.

The sounds reach me upstairs, but I still can't believe it. My brain tries to talk me out of my reality, though I am hearing it through my own ears, in my own home. The sounds are real, but the stories in my soul tell me it can't be so.

As I lay half awake in my bed on an early Sunday morning, I hear our 14 year old son playing the piano that is in our front room. I know it is him, and that it has to be him, he is the only one who plays in our family. My eyes have seen him sit in front of the keys daily. Five years ago a friend of mine had to find a home for her old piano, which turned out to be here. Now, our son plays, and plays. All his favorites: Journey, ColdPlay, Linkin Park, Green Day. I've seen his fingers touch those keys so many times. 

But my life's stories tell me this can't be my life. I'm not to be in a life with a home that has a beautiful child playing a piano in it.  This is not my life. How does a woman like me, get blessed with a child, a life, like this? A musical child, a musical home, how does it happen? I've never dared to let my dreams get this impossible. Yet, here it is. The wish in me to have the greeting on our answering machine just be him playing is so strong, and I know I can't. We don't brag about our blessings, no matter how unbelievably bursting with pride and joy we are. I'd love to tell everyone, from the bagger at the store, to the stranger at the park,  "My son plays piano, I mean, he plays so beautifully!" I know I can't. I know society would not find that acceptable.

Instead, I find myself having to close my eyes, so I can hear every sweet second as clearly as I can, with tears of pride and disbelief springing to my eyes too quickly for me stop them. I don't move, I want him to keep playing. I don't want to walk downstairs just yet.

I might break the spell.
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This is the first guest post I ever submitted. It ran early March, last year. It was to a wonderful blog called Four Perspectives.  Their  Guest Post page is here, if you feel you have something that would fit in with their beautiful collaborative blog. Good Luck!

Friday Funny - and I Will Always Love This One

This, to me? Never gets old.

ENJOY!