Just like the ones I used to knoooooow…where the waaateer shimmers, and burgers simmer, with beer, and Sangria pouring slooooow.

Just like the ones I used to knoooooow…where the waaateer shimmers, and burgers simmer, with beer, and Sangria pouring slooooow.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I dreamed of buying this property and turning it into a private school…I would call it “Between the Cracks” and it would serve all those kids who didn’t qualify for special education services according to State guidelines, yet needed those specialized services nonetheless. I would take some of the best educators I knew with me, and we would run an innovative, ambitious program, built on the backbone of good practice, love, and effective discipline. I even pictured a yellow flower bursting through a crack in the pavement in my mind which would be painted over the entryway. Everytime I pass this building it calls to me, and yet it continues to fall deeper and deeper into disrepair as my life kind of bypasses that dream. I really wish someone would save it.





Super Zippy Google Doodle, Little Pinky Lemon Chomp, and Miss Pearl Fuzzy Pop have gotten lost in the land of Toontown, yet again. We are entering our third straight weekend of obsessive compulsive Toontown playing. They rediscovered the game after taking a year and a half long hiatus. When Mister was born nearly two years ago, it was a fabulous distraction through that winter of houseboundness while I was on bedrest, and later caring for a newborn in the midst of winter. They overplayed it then, and the novelty wore off eventually. But I grew to hate Toontown as spring arrived. “Set limits!” you say? Try telling that to Super Zippy Google Doodle, the ringleader of the Toons! *sigh* Thank goodness we have a basketball game and Super Bowl this weekend…I have hopes that we will all see the light of day.
(MGF…whatever you do, DON”T let your squirts find out about this one!!!) 😉
This winter is beating me up, but I’m trying to find the beauty. Below is pictured approximately three inches of a two three (I looked again this morning) foot long, 2 inch thick icicle that was hanging from the front of my porch this afternoon. The sun was setting and the sparkle was quite pretty.

And here I tried to attend to that Rule of Thirds.

Pretty, no?