Sleep!

Bathtime

Bedtime

Storytime

Kisstime

Hugtime

Sleeptime

Time yet to play

Time yet for song

Time yet to count

Time yet to read

Time yet for yawns

Time to protest

Time to

Sleep!

~

I am willing the children to let go of the weekend and ease into sleep. It is Sunday and I want to finish my last assignment for the week before heading to bed myself. 

Happy Sunday 160 to Monkey Man and all of you.

Saturday's Email of the Week: Anyone want to adopt a cat?

Awww, look at the cute kitty!

Haven't played along over at 6WS in a while either

so I am going to link in there too.

*Some days you just don't feel like playing along

and that's alright...

Happy Anniversary!

This post

is number 500!

(minus the deleted entry due to spam up the ying-yang)
-aside from a picture of Grandma, you aren’t missing anything

I have also

been scribbling

My thoughts & ramblings

for two years

As of the end of March

(1st post - March 30^th, 2009)

Exciting Times At

A New Day

>< >< ><

Those are my 55 words for G-Man

but I thought I would celebrate

by re-posting a few pics

of the woman behind the

blinking cursor

Taken during renos that got a lot of blog play back in Jan 2010

There I am with my boyfriend on a date away from the computer

Loafing again - From Dec 2010 snowstorm

A Delightful take of me from Christmas 2010 (must have had a few drinks that day!)

Aha, the missing photo!
Now you are all caught up.

so grab a glass of something yummy,

as its Friday night

and I think

the fact that I have kept at this little writing experiment

for two years!

is worth celebrating!

**CHEERS TO**

A NEW DAY!

may tomorrow bring you the heart

and wisdom that you desire

~

Shades of Blue

Can anything be so perfect

as the cerulean blue sky

cut against 

the stark yellow branches

that suggest Spring?

or the circular swirl

of a Ceil-coloured seashell

swept ashore

to be found 

by searching hands.

but these hands

have found the magic

in Maya blue

running to Palatinate

that flutters delicate wings

and my heart.

Ah, but my heart

loves this blue best.

Tiffany blue that wraps

around my child's

petite frame

and keeps her snug 

and warm

until Spring will finally break

at last

~

A Canadian Spring

Round about eleven
it started to snow.
As the flakes piled up
the ground disappeared below.

Alas and alack,
Spring's grip, far too loose
I shivered in nightgown
and begged for dreams to induce

In the wan light of day

I woke to winter a'fresh

back with vengeance galore

a thick shelf o'er all enmeshed.

Well, I should just relent
and make peace with my home

Tis Canada I live in

and this is Spring in its glory - OHM!!!