Frogs' Legs Aren't Funny

The download of my daily (almost) thoughts and ruminations.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Weekends

You know, I'm getting so I equate weekends to recess during grade school. The part of the week you look forward to simply because it isn't work (or school as the case may be). Even if you have to do work, the fact that the daily demands of people in your office, phones, e-mail aren't there make it okay.

When you think of weekend, what words come to mind;
  • visiting with kids
  • having or going to parties,
  • shopping,
  • eating things you wouldn't necessarily eat during the week,
  • leisurely breakfasts, heck leisurely any meal,
  • watching tv
  • watching movies
  • practising piano longer than during the week
  • reading Harry Potter (or whatever) for longer chunks of time
  • working in the yard
  • watching kids play sports (when I'm lucky)
  • seeing other relatives
  • miscellaneous projects
  • catching up on online stuff
  • canceling catalogs
  • 2 weekends a year, trading out summer clothes for winter clothes
  • oh, and of course work tends to creep in there somewhere.
No wonder I'm so tired every Monday morning!

The leaves are turning, the squirrels are digging up all my plants to bury nuts for the winter, the leaves are falling, the evenings and mornings are much cooler, the leaves are clogging up the fountain, the flowers are losing their color, can you tell leaves are everywhere and will be for the next month at least?


Next Wednesday, baby boy turns one year old. He has become so much a part of our lives, I'm looking forward to every stage he will go through as he grows and develops. It will be interesting to see if he will even eat any of the cake at his party next week. He's about as excited about food as his mom was when she was little.


So, it's time for me to attach myself to the shopping bullet and go do it. Have a great weekend!

1 Comments:

At 8:13 PM, Blogger kara said...

I can't believe he's turning one. He's practically a teenager.

 

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