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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Last Snow Man Standing...

It was a balmy 62 degrees when I left work yesterday. Which means spring is really, really, for reals eventually coming. 

The past couple days have been so nice. On Sunday Toad-Boy and I took the kids and the pups to the park. We found a shady area that still had a significant amount of snow. And since the snowy day they came over and tried to build a snowman was a fail, I suggested they could get one last chance to build one. (Why was it a fail? Well after the snowball "fight" with killer-arm-girl and dazed-bruised-temple-GMA, we tried to get the snow to stick together but it was too grainy. Then everyones' noses starting spurting green slime and whining erupted.) But apparently they had gotten over the past failure because the two oldest built teeny, tiny snowmen. Super cute.


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