This is a sponsored post from Disney Music and One2One Network, but the opinions are entirely my own.
I grew up with Disney, as I’m sure you all did too. I remember the gigantic Goofy puzzle I hid beneath the chair in my Pop-pop’s living room for safekeeping and played with during every single visit. I remember the trip to Walt Disney World; I think that was the first time I experienced awe. I remember dancing to Jungle Book music with my sister over and over. I remember my Mickey Mouse shirt (now vintage) that I wore threadbare. I remember the movies that not only entertained me for hours and hours but also heightened my imagination and belief in magic in the world. (Yes, even as an adult, a few of those movies still rank as favorites.) And I remember the music — oh, the music!
Owen, a neighborhood kid and genius with plants, rang my doorbell. Cracking the door just a bit and holding the dogs back with my legs, I smiled and said hi, waiting expectantly.
“Hi. Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but you have a lot of weeds around your house. I mean, you have the most of anyone in the neighborhood. Do you mind if I look through them for specimens?”
Embarrassed but kinda impressed that Owen was so forthright, I answered, “Sure, Owen. Take whatever you want. Regardless of how it looks, I’m not a fan of weeds.”
Owen trotted off happily toward his treasures, and I receded back into the house feeling a bit ashamed to be that house in the neighborhood.
If you haven’t gone to a pumpkin patch this year, there’s still time. Do it! It’s great family fun. Ali and I took the girls this past weekend, and we can chalk it up to another Nurture Her Nature adventure. Ali, bless her, got in from a business trip way early in the morning, but she was still raring to go (though she was running a bit late and wasn’t quite dressed in festive wear). I know, we can’t fault her for that; however, I can’t quite let her forget it considering she is the holiday honcho.
Of course, I had forgotten to get gas. We were headed out on minor roads, so we needed to hit the first station we came across; it wasn’t likely we’d see many along the route. Lucky for us, there were no gas-mart Speedway-type stations. No, we got to experience a true service station — you know, like “back in the day.” A couple of motocross bikes had to move out of our way so we could access the one remaining working pump. Before I had a chance to get a good look at where to insert my card in this non-digital pump, the woman working the station was outside asking how much I wanted.(more…)
My Story turned seven this weekend. We had a lovely get-together with family and friends who are considered family. No special decorations, games, or scripts. No lavish presents or gestures. Just a simple day with lots of love and laughter. Oh, and this cake (thanks again for the idea, Ali!):
A good friend cooks lunch for me sometimes. Scratch that, she’s a very good friend. And a good cook! Malaysian, she has several standard recipes that I have never thought to even imagine. She whips them up like it is nothing, and my taste buds sing. One such meal was a soup with shrimp, noodles, veggies, and a hard-boiled egg. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to have it again. After begging her for the recipe, she just shrugged and said it’s all in the paste (more…)