Bounding (carefully) up the porch steps in nothing less than a deluge, and standing in the middle of the kitchen floor while water puddled beneath me, all I could think was,
“I said drrrenched, and I meant drrrenched.”
Oh, I love that movie!
P.S. Speaking of movies, thanks to our lack of television, and the fact that we currently have no movies at the house, I am forced to read and quilt on this rainy afternoon. What lovely things to be forced into!
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: My name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley.My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I'm the oldest of 9 kids--and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They're actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I've joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been "leaving-and-cleaving" for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you'll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too--hundreds of them--should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I'm a stay at home mom who is redefining that title--I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil' ol' town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband's encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, "He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,...", and sometimes, that's all a wife needs.
The first of a week-long series on mothering without fear. Encouraging!
GOOD read.
I LOVE money-back guarantees for stuff like this. (Of course, I can't imagine anyone returning an Ergo!) If you're thinking about purchasing an Ergo carrier, maybe you'll appreciate these 90 days of flexibility.
Write to your elected officials to let them know your thoughts on killing babies.
