So here is a question . . . you know when you go to post a comment on someone's blog before being signed into your own and they ask you to choose an identity? Am I the only one, or are there others out there who wish they gave us more choices?
Occasionally I think "anonymous" doesn't sound too bad. There are times when I wish I could be anonymous. But personally, there are days when I really wish I could click "Astronaut" so I could escape the world for a day or two. Or how about "Beach Bum". That sounds nice--especially if I also get to choose the beach. Some days I dream about clicking "Wealthy person with personal maid and cook". Today I am thinking "Mountain Biker in Moab" sounds good.
But instead I just get to click "google account" and remain right here on the couch--still surrounded by Spanish books and closets that need cleaning. :-)
However, before I face either of those things (closets and Spanish books) I have a few pictures I wanted to post that make me smile.
Ever think about getting a face lift? I think about it all the time. In fact I would except for two things. #1. Cost. #2. My husband told me if I died due to complications from the surgery, he would post on my tombstone, "Died From Vanity". But here I am experimenting to see what I would look like with a little nip and tuck. Twenty years younger, right?! :-)
Love, love, love this picture!! Prom was last Friday night and Michelle looked like a princess!! Cinderella, in fact. She did her own hair and I just had to take a picture of it!! Isn't she gorgeous!
This picture is for my friend Lisa. She is great at always encouraging me to develop my talents and so for my Christmas gift this year she took me to a knitting class. I am pretty sure this (below) is now my future!
And this picture always makes me smile. The nice weather in Phoenix makes everyone want to be outside--including our grandson Enoch and his three "brothers". (It is no wonder Enoch learned to bark before he could talk.:-)
And lastly . . . this is what happens when a bunch of girls (my daughters) have been up too late at night together. Dave (Camille's husband) is the one asleep on the couch.
And with that I had better get back to work.