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Somewhere

We drove through construction, over bridges, under bridges, through numerous stoplights and behind grandpa drivers because my mouth watered for some chicken tika masala and naan.



When we arrived, we got an eyeful of something akin to this:

"NNNOOOOOO!" I moaned. "NOOOO, NOOOO, NOOOOO!" for several minutes I whined and complained and I moaned.

From the back seat came the request, "Mom, stop crying, you're making me nervous." (Liv)

She only said that because she was gleeful that my favorite Indian joint had closed. The only thing she'd eat when we were there was the tandoori chicken by the plateful. hmmph.

I may never recover from this. Indian folks who cook so marvelously, who charged me for one adult and one child even though I have 4 (which is probably why you've closed your doors), wherever you are, know that I love you so. Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of you and loving you tonite. We may yet be reunited. Somewhere out there, out where dreams come true.

The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly

The Good:
Art City Days :) Nothing like a small town celebration, especially one as big as this one!

BBQ with friends! The most amazing pulled pork and brisket with BJ's homeade bbq sauce

Fireworks with s'mores.

The Bad:
Mae puked up her fries and was sleeping during said fireworks, so we couldn't watch with friends.

Emmeline puked (whatever she'd eaten), so Sarah and Angelo couldn't stop by to say "adios" before leaving us utterly alone again.

The Ugly:
French fry puke

Pay It Forward, Backward, Sideways, Upstairs, West, Down Under, Wherever...

WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN

1. Be one of the first three (3) bloggers to leave a comment on this post, which then entitles you to a handmade item from me. disclaimer: You may say, "Oh, you shouldn't have!"

2. Winners, you must post this challenge on your blog, meaning that you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift for the first 3 bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway. (or do a Facebook entry)

3. The gift that you send to your three friends can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. This means you should be willing to maintain your blog at least until you receive your gift and have shipped your gifts. And, remember: It’s the spirit and the thought that count.

4. When you receive your gift, please feel free to blog about it, sharing appropriate links. Unless you think it stinks. That wouldn't be nice.\

and Thank-you Lisa for the idea!

Make a Wish

Liv made a wish...

and it came true!

For me too! We both got a cruiser!

We had entertainment at the bbq...

Water fun...


Plenty to eat and drink (Chloe and Mae from the Slip n' Slide)

And a clean-up crew

Must Read

If you don't already read this blog, at least read this. It just worked out my abs for the evening.

Oh My Heaven! Nearly Seven!

Despite the fact that she already acts like she's 17 (she just went to bed crying after we spent the last 2.5 hours arguing about not arguing. Yes, I'm 32 years old), she's just about 7. Monday in fact, is the big day. Her dirtday (no type-o, that is how she's always said it).

She asked for a new mom this week. She just told me that she wanted me to act like I wanted to be her daughter (you know what she means). The fact that she's adopted may make me slightly more sensitive, but at least Sarah's son (biologically), packed his bags and headed last year too.

She's a great "little mama", she is very loving (generally speaking), and she's a magnificent artist. She has a flair for drama and an eye for decorating. She is everybody's friend.

She's the best 6.95 year old fancy dancer I've ever known. She is a self-taught biker and a movie buff.

Well little mama,

Happy Dirtday!

I love you and want to be your daughter, and will in fact, be for eternity :)

Finger Lickin' Good!

North Carolina has a famous strawberry season. We visited a farm an picked somewhere near 10 gallons of strawberries in a 10 x 3 ft. area.

My kids were overwhelmed and in the first 30 minutes Liv had 5 berries, Isaac had his bucket at one end of the row and was walking back towards us at the other end with one strawberry in his hand, and Georgia was just eating. With moi taking pictures, Naali (grandma) was the only one with a bucket of strawberries. We eventually buckled down, however.