Get this!!!
I'm actually working in my office today!! Surrounded by inspiration...
I do on occasion, but haven't started the day out here for quite a while. And the weather is even nice enough to be on the deck today! BUT decided that my office could use some mothering.
Got the boy on the bus this morning and he gave me SUCH a hug, I may need to see the chiropractor about my neck again. Just saw him yesterday.
The movie about Martin Luther was on PBS last night and I've got it recorded. Don't know when I'll get a chance to see it, but I will... It's an important year for Lutherans. The 500th anniversary of Reformation Day is coming up!
Don't know if you knew that, don't know if you cared. But it is. Growing up, I've seen about 8 different movies based on Luther's life and the events surrounding his nailing the 95 theses to the church door. So it's KIND OF a big deal this year.
If I have to place anything on MY front door, it will be with tape or a magnet.
I used the Fiber Fix stuff on the broken fence!! It looks ugly right now, but it is able to be sanded now and painted. That is forth coming. Probably by this weekend, that fence will look TOTALLY different...
AND be as strong as steel. I'm not going to try to beat it up with a bat or anything, but maybe we'll put up another bouncy house on a windy day and see if it's still standing later...
Here is the commercial that sold me on it. LOVE that the parents are getting a little revenge.
Personally, I'd have given that kid a swat on the butt a LONG time before then, but every kid AND parent is different I suppose...
Have a great Wednesday!
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Boy, yes, every parr IS different, but funny that as I get older, I am more like my own parents. One case in particular: As younger a younger sibling, (kindergarten, maybe) I once asked to leave another sibling's concert, thinking I would, like other kids my age, get to slide down and swing on the banister in the lobby. Nothing doing. Mom took me out, and made me sit in a corner facing the wall saying we were there to hear a concert, not play, and furthermore,the lobby isn't a playground. And, if I didn't learn my lesson, then next time, I get a babysitter, and I am to be in bed before they even leave. I swore I would never do that to my kids. I would let my kids play in the lobby if they didn't want to hear a concert. Nope. I implemented the same rule. Woe betide the kid, who, old enough to know better, (over age 3) acts up in a venue. Turns out, I am as mean as my mother!
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